Текст оригинала на английском языке Impotens If I were a woman of old, What prayers I would pray for you, dear; My pitiful tribute behold-- Not a prayer, but a tear. The pitiless order of things, Whose laws we may change not nor break, Alone I could face it--it wrings My heart for your sake. |
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