Ричард Уотсон Гилдер (Richard Watson Gilder) Текст оригинала на английском языке The New Day. Part 4. 6. “I Count My Time by Times That I Meet Thee” I count my time by times that I meet thee; These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons, And nights; these my old moons and my new moons Slow fly the hours, or fast the hours do flee, If thou art far from or art near to me; If thou art far, the bird tunes are no tunes; If thou art near, the wintry days are Junes— Darkness is light, and sorrow cannot be. Thou art my dream come true, and thou my dream; The air I breathe, the world wherein I dwell; My journey's end thou art, and thou the way; Thou art what I would be, yet only seem; Thou art my heaven and thou art my hell; Thou art my ever-living judgment-day. |
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