And if the boughs beat the pane
And poplar trees shiver,
You're there in my mind again
Slowly coming nearer.
And if the stars beat down
On the lake to light its depths,
It's to soothe every pain
And calm all my thoughts.
And if the thick clouds part
To let the full-moon through,
It's so I'll keep you in my heart
And be eternally with you.
Și dacă
English translation by Brenda Walker
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