Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей)

Mirth

Come, soul-inspiring Mirth,
I'll twine a wreath for thee,
With flowers of spring-time birth,
Born amid Nature's glee:
Born when the cuckoo sung
Its notes of joy to God,
And the sunny day-beam flung
Smiles o'er the flowery sod.

But, lord of jest and jeer,
Come in thy fairest trim,
Let smiling Wit be near,
With eye that's never dim:
Come with the flowing bowl
And the rosy wine to me,
And beam upon my soul,
Ere I twine a wreath for thee. 

1. The Dream of the Reveller
2. The Earth and the Stars
3. The Wood-Nymph
4. The Dove of Noah
5. The Pilgrims Dog

Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Mirth ("True mirth resides not in the smiling skin")

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