Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд)

A Parting

The year is on the wing, my love,
   With tearful days and nights;
The clouds are on the wing above
   With gathering swallow-flights.

The year is on the wing, my sweet,
   And in the ghostly race,
With patter of unnumbered feet,
   The dead leaves fly apace.

The year is on the wing, and shakes
   The last rose from its tree;
And I, whose heart in parting breaks,
   Must bid adieu to thee.

1. Love-Trilogy
2. The Desert
3. Mourning Women
4. I Planted a Rose Tree
5. Once We Played

Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит) A Parting ("SO good-bye!")

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