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ALEXANDER KISFALUDY.
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I DAL. 172.
Téged' látlak az Egeknek.
In the blue horizon's beaming,
Thee, sweet maid! alone I see;
In the silver wavelets streaming,
Thee, sweet maiden! only thee.
Thee, in day's resplendent noonlight,
Glancing from the sun afar;
Thee, in midnight's softer moonlight;
Thee, in every trembling star.
Wheresoe'er I go, I meet thee;
Wheresoever I stay, I greet thee;
Following always—everywhere:
Cruel maiden! O, forbear!
