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

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stirs the young kid's budding horn,


And makes the infant ferns unwrap,


And for the peewit paints his cap,


And rolls along the unwieldy sun,


And makes the little planets run:


And if joy were not on the earth,


There were an end of change and birth,


And Earth and Heaven and Hell would die,


And in some gloomy barrow lie


Folded like a frozen fly;


Then mock at Death and Time with glances


And wavering arms and wandering dances.


'Men's hearts of old were drops of flame


That from the saffron morning came,


Or drops of silver joy that fell


Out of the moon's pale twisted shell;


But now hearts cry that hearts are slaves,


And toss and turn in narrow caves;


But here there is nor law nor rule,


Nor have hands held a weary tool;


And here there is nor Change nor Death,


But only kind and merry breath,


For joy is God and God is joy.


With one long glance for girl and boy


And the pale blossom of the moon,


He fell into a Druid swoon.


And in a wild and sudden dance


We mocked at Time

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