Thomas Eliot
Song
(from "The Harvard Advocate" 1907-1910)
When we came home across the hill
No leaves were fallen from the trees;
The gentle fingers of the breeze
Had torn no quivering cobweb down.
The hedgerow bloomed with flowers still,
No withered petals lay beneath;
But the wild roses in your wreath
Were faded, and the leaves were brown.
1907
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Песня
Мы шли домой, минуя холм,
ни одного еще листка
не сбросил лес. От ветерка
дрожали сети паутины.
Цвела ограда и кругом
незрима осени рука,
но розы твоего венка
поблекли, стали цвета тины.