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Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) In a Breton Cemetery They sleep well here, These fisher-folk who passed their anxious days In fierce Atlantic ways; And found not there, Beneath the long curled wave, So quiet a grave. And they sleep well, These peasant-folk, who told their lives away, From day to market-day, As one should tell, With patient industry, Some sad old rosary. And now night falls, Me, tempest-tost, and driven from pillar to post, A poor worn ghost, This quiet pasture calls; And dear dead people with pale hands Beckon me to their lands. Ernest Christopher Dowson's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1326 |
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