Dolce far niente (Paul Hamilton Hayne)
Dolce far niente
Diana and Endymion door Francesco Solimena, 1705 - 1710
Dolce Far Niente
LET the world roll blindly on!
Give me shallow, give me sun,
And a perfumed eve as this is:
Let me lie,
When the last quick sunbeams shiver
Spears of light athwart the river,
And a breeze, which seems the sigh
Of a fairy floating by,
Tender leaf and feathered grasses;
Yet so soft its breathing passes,
These tall ferns, just glimmering o'er me,
Blending goldenly before me,
I have done with worldly scheming,
Mocking show and hollow seeming!
Let me lie
Lapped in lulling waves of air,
Facing full the shadowy sky.
Fame!--the very sound is dreary,--
Shut, O soul! thine eyelids weary,
For all nature's voices say,
" 'Tis the close--the close of day,
Thought and grief have had their sway:"
Now Sleep bares her balmy breast,--
(Low as moon-set tides that flow
Up still beaches far away;
While, from out the lucid West,
Flutelike winds of murmurous breath
Sink to tender-panting death),
"On my bosom take thy rest;
(Care and grief have had their day!)
'Tis the hour for dreaming,
Fragrant rest, elysian dreaming!"
Paul Hamilton Hayne (1 januari 1830 – 6 juli 1886)