Э. Дикинсон. 916. His Feet are shod with Gauze

Легки её калиги,
Как солнце шлем горит,
На ониксовой спинке
Сверкает хризолит.

Её работа – пенье,
А отдых – тихий гул –
Пчела! Дарован день ей
И клевер на лугу!


His Feet are shod with Gauze –
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

His Labor is a Chant –
His Idleness – a Tune –
Oh, for a Bee's experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!


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