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 Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water
2. The Rose of Peace
3. The Ballad of Father Gilligan
4. The Rose of Battle
5. Мудрость приходит с годами • The Coming of Wisdom with Time

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1936

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