Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг)

Index Malorum

1 

The wild waves beat upon the shore, 
   The sand is flecked with flying spume,
   The cliffs have hid themselves in gloom, 
The gas is lit at half past four. 

2

The draughts are flying here and there 
   All aimless, and our bodies chill; 
   We plug with wood the window sill
And shiver in the nipping air. 

3

We sit and shiver row on row,
   We wrap ourselves in rug and cloak, 
   The chimneys fill the room with smoke,
And we—we wish it were not so. 

4

The rime lies white on Goosey Pool, 
   The hoar frost glitters from the sedge, 
   We talk of in- and outer- edge,
And furbish skates throughout the School. 

5

Tho' hours be dull and days be cold, 
   And spirits, noses, fingers, blue,
   This longest term wears slowly through, 
And brings us cates, and Christmas gold— 

6

The gift of those that love us so 
   And send us to Devonian strands, 
   And sit and rub paternal hands
Behind a yard-broad fire's glow. 

7

They think of us sometimes. Alas, 
   Their comforts come before our eyes 
   Too vividly whene'er we rise
And hear the ice clink in the glass.

1. I Believe
2. Жалоба честных людей • Poor Honest Men
3. Рождество • A Nativity
4. The First Chantey
5. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 1. The Changelings

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