Текст оригинала на английском языке The Laws of Verse Dear laws, come to my breast! Take all my frame, and make your close arms meet Around me; and so ruled, so warmed, so pressed, I breathe, aware; I feel my wild heart beat. Dear laws, be wings to me! The feather merely floats. O be it heard Through weight of life—the skylark's gravity— That I am not a feather, but a bird. |
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