William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

The Mountain Tomb

POUR wine and dance if manhood still have pride,
Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom;
The cataract smokes upon the mountain side,
Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb.
Pull down the blinds, bring fiddle and clarionet
That there be no foot silent in the room
Nor mouth from kissing, nor from wine unwet;
Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb.
In vain, in pain; the cataract still cries;
The everlasting taper lights the gloom;
All wisdom shut into his onyx eyes,
Our Father Rosicross sleeps in his tomb. 

1. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water
2. The Rose of Peace
3. The Ballad of Father Gilligan
4. The Rose of Battle
5. Мудрость приходит с годами • The Coming of Wisdom with Time

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1934

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