Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

Victory

All night the ways of Heaven were desolate,
   Long roads across a gleaming empty sky.
   Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I,
Alone, serene beyond all love or hate,
Terror or triumph, were content to wait,
   We, silent and all-knowing. Suddenly
   Swept through the heaven low-crouching from on high,
One horseman, downward to the earth's low gate.

Oh, perfect from the ultimate height of living,
    Lightly we turned, through wet woods blossom-hung,
Into the open. Down the supernal roads,
    With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung,
Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving,
    Thundered the black battalions of the Gods. 

1. The Great Lover
2. Fragment on Painters
3. The Funeral of Youth: Threnody
4. Seaside
5. The Jolly Company

Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Victory ("The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride")

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