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

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beard, they wept,

Until one came, a tearful boy;

'A sadder creature never stept

Than this strange human bard, he cried;

And caught the silver harp away,

And, weeping over the white strings, hurled

It down in a leaf-hid, hollow place

That kept dim waters from the sky;

And each one said, with a long, long sigh,

'O saddest harp in all the world,

Sleep there till the moon and the stars die!

And now, still sad, we came to where

A beautiful young man dreamed within

A house of wattles, clay, and skin;

One hand upheld his beardless chin,

And one a sceptre flashing out

Wild flames of red and gold and blue,

Like to a merry wandering rout

Of dancers leaping in the air;

And men and ladies knelt them there

And showed their eyes with teardrops dim,

And with low murmurs prayed to him,

And kissed the sceptre with red lips,

And touched it with their finger-tips.

He held that flashing sceptre up.

'Joy drowns the twilight in the dew,

And fills with stars night's purple cup,

And wakes the sluggard seeds of corn,




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