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.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe.
Then when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face
Terror, the Human Form Divine
And Secrecy, the Human Dress
The Human Dress, is forged Iron
The Human Form, a fiery Forge.
The Human Face, a Furnace seal'd
The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge.
Мои грехи тебе мешают,
А собственные — не смущают?
К моим — презренье беспредельное,
Своим — поёшь ты колыбельную.
Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face
Terror, the Human Form Divine
And Secrecy, the Human Dress.
5The Human Dress, is forged Iron
The Human Form, a fiery Forge.
The Human Face, a Furnace seal'd
The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge.
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
Не думай, что ты умнее других, хотя другие и считают, что умнее тебя, — и в этом твое преимущество перед ними.
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Бог приходят ярким светом
В души к людям, тьмой одетым.
Кто же к свету дня привык,
Человечий видит лик.
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