Текст оригинала на английском языке
Turn o' the Year
This is the time when bit by bit The days begin to lengthen sweet And every minute gained is joy - And love stirs in the heart of a boy. This is the time the sun, of late Content to lie abed till eight, Lifts up betimes his sleepy head - And love stirs in the heart of a maid. This is the time we dock the night Of a whole hour of candlelight; When song of linnet and thrush is heard - And love stirs in the heart of a bird. This is the time when sword-blades green, With gold and purple damascene, Pierce the brown crocus-bed a-row - And love stirs in a heart I know.
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