William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Where My Books Go

All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.

1. Индус о Боге • The Indian upon God
2. Жалобы старика • The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
3. The Collar-Bone of a Hare
4. In Memory of Major Robert Gregory
5. Специалисты • The Scholars

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