Рецензия на «Эдмон Холмс - Вечное Бдение» (Антон Шаповалов 11)
Eternal Vigil Oh! once again upon thy heaving breast I floated, like a seabird when it braves The shoreward onset of thy flowing waves And leaps triumphant on each rushing crest: Round me in dark magnificent unrest, The billows of the wild Atlantic rolled Far, far away, into the gates of gold, The sunlit portals of the stormy west: O never wearied! In the hush of noon Thy billows break the paths of golden sleep: They break the dreamlike lustre of the moon Earth knows the hours of darkness: thou dost keep Eternal vigil: still thy surges white Flash through the deepest gloom of starless night. Антон Шаповалов 11 29.05.2016 02:12 • Заявить о нарушении
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