Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон)

Rain in the Mountains

The valley’s full of misty cloud,
  Its tinted beauty drowning,
The Eucalypti roar aloud,
  The mountain fronts are frowning.

The mist is hanging like a pall
  From many granite ledges,
And many a little waterfall
  Starts o’er the valley’s edges.

The sky is of a leaden grey,
  Save where the north is surly,
The driven daylight speeds away,
  And night comes o’er us early.

But, love, the rain will pass full soon,
  Far sooner than my sorrow,
And in a golden afternoon
  The sun may set to-morrow.

1. The Great Grey Plain
2. The Days When We Went Swimming
3. All Ashore!
4. The Poets of the Tomb
5. The Ballad of the Elder Son

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