Добавлено (30.04.2017, 02:11)
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Night 

After the fret and failure of this day, 
And weariness of thought, O Mother Night, 
Come with soft kiss to soothe our care away 
And all our little tumults set to right; 
Most pitiful of all death’s kindred fair, 
Riding above us through the curtained air 
On thy dusk car, thou scatterest to the earth 
Sweet dreams and drowsy charms of tender might 
And lovers’ dear delight before to-morrow’s birth. 
Thus art thou wont thy quiet lands to leave 
And pillared courts beyond the Milky Way, 
Wherein thou tarriest all our solar day 
While unsubstantial dreams before thee weave 
A foamy dance, and fluttering fancies play 
About thy palace in the silver ray 
Of some far, moony globe. But when the hour, 
The long-expected comes, the ivory gates 
Open on noiseless hinge before thy bower 
Unbidden, and the jewelled chariot waits 
With magic steeds. Thou from the fronting rim 
Bending to urge them, whilst thy sea-dark hair 
Falls in ambrosial ripples o’er each limb, 
With beautiful pale arms, untrammelled, bare 
For horsemanship, to those twin chargers fleet 
Dost give full rein across the fires that glow 
In the wide floor of heaven, from off their feet 
Scattering the powdery star-dust as they go. 
Come swiftly down the sky, O Lady Night, 
Fall through the shadow-country, O most kind, 
Shake out thy strands of gentle dreams and light 
For chains, wherewith thou still art used to bind 
With tenderest love of careful leeches’ art 
The bruised and weary heart 
In slumber blind.

Добавлено (02.06.2017, 02:19)
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