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Çàñóøåííîå ñ÷àñòüå
Íà ðàäîñòü íå ïîõîæå –
Òàê îò ðîñû îòëè÷åí ëåä,
Õîòÿ ñîñòàâ âñå òîò æå –
Öâåòêó âîñòîðã îò ïåðâîé
È ãèáåëü – îò âòîðîãî.
 êðóï÷àòîì ìåäå äëÿ ï÷åëû
Íåò ïðîêà íèêàêîãî.
8.10.2012
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There is an arid Pleasure —
As different from Joy —
As Frost is different from Dew —
Like element — are they —
Yet one — rejoices Flowers —
And one — the Flowers abhor —
The finest Honey — curdled —
Is worthless — to the Bee —