William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Peace

AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
'Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form. 

1. Under Ben Bulben
2. At Galway Races
3. Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop
4. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death
5. He Remembers Forgotten Beauty

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Peace ("PEACE flows into me")

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