Элла Уилкокс (Ella Wheeler Wilcox)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

No Song


These summer days when all the poets sing
   I have no voice for song.
I see the birds of summer taking wing,
   And days so sweet and long,
Each seemed a little heaven with no end,
I know are gone for evermore, dear friend.

Nay, by and by comes another Spring;
   And long, sweet, perfect days.
And by and by I shall have voice to sing
   My old glad, happy lays.
More blithesome songs, more days that have no end;
More golden summers; but like thee no friend.





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