Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

The Comforter

As I sat by my baby's bed
That's open to the sky,
There fluttered round and round my head
A radiant butterfly.

And as I wept -- of hearts that ache
The saddest in the land --
It left a lily for my sake,
And lighted on my hand.

I watched it, oh, so quietly,
And though it rose and flew,
As if it fain would comfort me
It came and came anew.

Now, where my darling lies at rest,
I do not dare to sigh,
For look! there gleams upon my breast
A snow-white butterfly.

1. The Lure of Little Voices
2. Eighty Not Out
3. The Sunshine Seeks My Little Room
4. The Quitter
5. My Ancestors

Annie Fields (Энни Филдс) The Comforter ("My heart is searching for thee")

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