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Йейтс Уильям Батлер
«Стихи. (В переводах разных авторов)»

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Through bush they plunged and over ivied root,


And where the stone struck fire, while in the leaves


A squirrel whinnied and a bird screamed out;


But when at last he forced those sinewy flanks


Against a beech bole, he threw down the beast


And knelt above it with drawn knife. On the instant


It vanished like a shadow, and a cry


So mournful that it seemed the cry of one


Who had lost some unimaginable treasure


Wandered between the blue and the green leaf


And climbed into the air, crumbling away,


Till all had seemed a shadow or a vision


But for the trodden mire, the pool of blood,


The disembowelled horse.


King Eochaid ran,


Toward peopled Tara, nor stood to draw his breath


Until he came before the painted wall,


The posts of polished yew, circled with bronze,


Of the great door; but though the hanging lamps


Showed their faint light through the unshuttered windows,


Nor door, nor mouth, nor slipper made a noise,


Nor on the ancient beaten paths, that wound


From well-side or from plough-land, was there noise;


Nor had there been the noise of living thing


Before him or behind, but that far-off


On the horizon edge bellowed the herds.


Knowing that silence brings no good to kings,


And mocks

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