Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

The Dance

            A Song

   As the Wind, and as the Wind,
       In a corner of the way,
   Goes stepping, stands twirling,
   Invisibly, comes whirling,
   Bows before, and skips behind,
     In a grave, an endless play--

   So my Heart, and so my Heart,
       Following where your feet have gone,
   Stirs dust of old dreams there;
   He turns a toe; he gleams there,
   Treading you a dance apart.
     But you see not. You pass on.

1. The Great Lover
2. Fragment on Painters
3. The One Before the Last
4. Song (All suddenly the wind comes soft)
5. Song (The way of love was thus)

Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Dance ("Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf")

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