Текст оригинала на английском языке
The day is gone of the sun and the swallow And the glory on the trees: Before the gale the length of the pave The dry old corpse of a plane-leaf flees, And its step is harsh and hollow As it chatters into its grave. The shivering dawn now hides and slouches Long in the cover of dark, Till up the sky, like a murderer pale, He drags at last a dull red mark, And the hound of the grey wind crouches And pants on his rusty trail.
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