Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Apology

Why is it that I sing no songs of you,
Now, as in those old days I used to do?
I have made many songs, and bitter songs.
Against you, I have done you many wrongs
In verse; and now, when you and I can sit
By the same fire, and looking into it
In silence, dream without unhappiness
Each his own dream in friendly loneliness,
I sing of you no longer. Still I find
Your shadow in all the corners of my mind,
And in my heart find you; but there, alas,
Though I search every cranny where it was,
My art I find not: it is well: my art
Knew only songs for an unquiet heart.

1. Body’s Blood
2. The Beggars
3. The Pale Woman
4. Time and Beauty
5. To Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows

William Williams (Уильям Уильямс) Apology ("Why do I write today?")

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