Роберт Фрост, Ищу птицу на закате, зимой

Закат уж золото терял,
Морозный воздух не дышал,
Я по сугробам шел домой,
Мелькнула птица надо мной.

Я раньше летом здесь ходил
И раз внимание  обратил
На Птицу – ангельский был дар,
Прекрасней трели не слыхал!

Поющей птицы нет сейчас,
Лишь одинокий лист в ветвях,
Два раза ствол я обошёл,
Но летней птицы не нашел.

С вершины своего холма
Я рассудил - мороз, зима
Лишь иней бросили на снег –
На блеске блеск не разглядеть:

Заката кисть кривой мазок
На облачко или дымок
На синем небе нанесла,
Или пронзила их звезда.

LOOKING FOR A SUNSET BIRD IN WINTER
Robert Frost

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn’t show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.