One still strong man in a blatant land. - Alfred Tennyson

At length I saw a lady within call, Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there; A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

Bırak Aşk kavrasın Yas'ı,
Boğulmasın ikisi birden,
Bırak karanlık kuzgununu parıldatsın,
Ah, kaybettiklerinle sarhoş olmak ne tatlıdır,
Ölümle dans etmek, ayaklarınla yeri dövmek.

Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag, — Slides the bird o’er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag, — Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree, — Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea.