Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

Clouds

 Down the blue night the unending columns press
   In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,
   Now tread the far South, or lift rounds of snow
 Up to the white moon's hidden loveliness.
 Some pause in their grave wandering comradeless,
   And turn with profound gesture vague and slow,
   As who would pray good for the world, but know
 Their benediction empty as they bless.

 They say that the Dead die not, but remain
   Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth.
     I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these,
 In wise majestic melancholy train,
     And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas,
   And men, coming and going on the earth.

1. The Great Lover
2. The One Before the Last
3. Fragment on Painters
4. Song (All suddenly the wind comes soft)
5. The Funeral of Youth: Threnody

Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) Clouds ("Laughter and song for my cheer")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1906

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