Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн)

Winter Song

The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,
Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed.

From off your face, into the winds of winter,
The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing;
But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter,
When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing,
And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going. 

1. On My Songs
2. The Roads Also
3. The Chances
4. I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson
5. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified

Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Winter Song ("Rain and wind, and wind and rain")

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