По мотивам сонетов Шекспира 68
Она осталась на века,
Хотя ходил он вечно в сером,
Но виден был издалека.
Тогда так многие ходили
И по нарядам не судили
О настоящей красоте,
Приятной даже в темноте.
Но и тогда он выделялся,
Такие были времена,
Работал часто допоздна,
И над нарядами смеялся.
Души земная красота,
Останется навек чиста!
Sonnet 68 by William Shakespeare
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were borne,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:
In him those holy ntique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another's green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
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