НУЖНО ПЕРЕВЕСТИ, желательно без переводчиков
In some far and lonely midnight
I shall arise as in a dream,
And part dark curtains on a strange room
Where mysterious candles gleam.


I shall open an unknown book
In that weird and wind-stirred place,
And come upon a poem
With a sad face.


I shall listen to my dead heart's cry
Faint through the years that are gone,
And I shall feel over my shoulder
The Silence looking on.


And very softly he will touch me,
And I shall turn toward the gloom;
He will take my arm and quietly
Lead me out of the room.