Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Autumn Within

It is autumn; not without,
  But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
  It is I that have grown old. 

Birds are darting through the air,
  Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,

  Save within my lonely breast. 

There is silence: the dead leaves
  Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves
  Comes no murmur from the mill.

1. Something Left Undone
2. The Crew of the Long Serpent
3. Seaweed
4. The Four Princesses at Wilna
5. The Discoverer of the North Cape

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