Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain

THE stormy evening closes now in vain,
Loud wails the wind and beats the driving rain,
While here in sheltered house
With fire-ypainted walls,
I hear the wind abroad,
I hark the calling squalls -
'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'you burst your cheeks in vain!
Blow, blow,' I cry, 'my love is home again!'

Yon ship you chase perchance but yesternight
Bore still the precious freight of my delight,
That here in sheltered house
With fire-ypainted walls,
Now hears the wind abroad,
Now harks the calling squalls.
'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'in vain you rouse the sea,
My rescued sailor shares the fire with me!'

1. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Реквием • Requiem
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 22. I HAVE trod the upward and the downward slope
4. Sonet VI. As in the Hostel by the Bridge I Sate
5. Late, O Miller

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