переложение с англ.
Сезонность у времен в ходу.
Свой век сезонам подчиняя,
Весны прелестную игру
Мы с легкостью перенимаем.
И Лето патокою сладкой
В дремоту погружает нас.
Бросаем в небо взгляд украдкой,
Но беззаботно. Тихий глас
По Осени смущает душу,
Что не парит уж в два крыла.
Как сквозь туман с весельем дружим,
Близка финальная черта.
Зима, смурная и седая,
Нас в неизбежность вовлекает.
Sonnet John Keats
The Human Seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness - to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
1818