William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Maid Quiet

WHERE has Maid Quiet gone to,
Nodding her russet hood?
The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
O how could I be so calm
When she rose up to depart?
Now words that called up the lightning
Are hurtling through my heart. 

1. The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists
2. The Pity of Love
3. The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
4. To Ireland in the Coming Times
5. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1976

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