Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

For Richmond's Garden Wall

WHEN Thomas set this tablet here,
Time laughed at the vain chanticleer;
And ere the moss had dimmed the stone,
Time had defaced that garrison.
Now I in turn keep watch and ward
In my red house, in my walled yard
Of sunflowers, sitting here at ease
With friends and my bright canvases.
But hark, and you may hear quite plain
Time's chuckled laughter in the lane.

1. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Реквием • Requiem
3. A Child's Garden of Verses. Envoys 3. To Auntie
4. Ad Martialem
5. A Valentine's Song

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