Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

In Age

   THE wine of life was rough and new,
      But sweet beyond belief,
   And wrong was false, and right was true—
      The rose was in the leaf.

   In that good sunlight well we knew
      The hues of wrong and right;
   We slept among the roses through
      The long enchanted night.

   Now to our eyes, made dim with years,
      Right intertwines with wrong.
   How can we hear, with these tired ears,
      The old, the magic song?

   But this we know—wine once was red,
      Roses were red and dear;
   Once in our ears the truths were said
      That now the young men hear!

1. The Eternal
2. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love
3. Love and Knowledge
4. The Stolen God
5. In Hospital

William Bowles (Уильям Боулз) In Age ("And art thou he, now fallen on evil days")

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