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Йейтс Уильям Батлер
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We passed by woods, and lawns of clover,


And found the horse and bridled him,


For we knew well the old was over.


I heard one say, 'His eyes grow dim


With all the ancient sorrow of men';


And wrapped in dreams rode out again


With hoofs of the pale findrinny


Over the glimmering purple sea.


Under the golden evening light,


The Immortals moved among thc fountains


By rivers and the woods' old night;


Some danced like shadows on the mountains


Some wandered ever hand in hand;


Or sat in dreams on the pale strand,


Each forehead like an obscure star


Bent down above each hooked knee,


And sang, and with a dreamy gaze


Watched where the sun in a saffron blaze


Was slumbering half in the sea-ways;


And, as they sang, the painted birds


Kept time with their bright wings and feet;


Like drops of honey came their words,


But fainter than a young lamb's bleat.


'An old man stirs the fire to a blaze,


In the house of a child, of a friend, of a brother.


He has over-lingered his welcome; the days,


Grown desolate, whisper and sigh to each other;


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