Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly
I told my love, i told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she doth depart.
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
Не думай, что ты умнее других, хотя другие и считают, что умнее тебя, — и в этом твое преимущество перед ними.
Мои грехи тебе мешают,
А собственные — не смущают?
К моим — презренье беспредельное,
Своим — поёшь ты колыбельную.
Король полки бросает в бой.
Сверкают их мечи
Лучом кометы огневой,
Блуждающей в ночи.
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
5Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
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