William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

I HEARD the old, old men say,
"Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away."
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
"All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters."

1. For Anne Gregory
2. The Rose of Battle
3. The Rose of the World
4. The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart
5. The Ballad of Father Gilligan

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