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William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Wood Street The Reverie of Poor Susan AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud,—it has sung for three years; Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird. ’T is a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapor through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove’s, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. She looks, and her heart is in heaven; but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade: The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, And the colors have all passed away from her eyes! Переводы на другие языки (Translations into another languages): William Wordsworth's other poems:
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