Текст оригинала на английском языке
Hushed in a calm beyond mine utterance, See in the western sky the evening spread; Suspended in its pale, serene expanse, Like scattered flames, the glowing cloudlets red. Clear are those clouds; and that pure sky's profound, Transparent as a lake of hyaline; Nor motion, nor the faintest breath of sound, Disturb the steadfast beauty of the scene. Far o'er the vault the winnowed welkin wide, From the bronzed east unto the whitened west, Moored, seem, in their sweet, tranquil, roseate pride, Those clouds the fabled islands of the blest; The lands where pious spirits breathe in joy, And love and worship all their hours employ.
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