Кристофер Морли (Christopher Morley)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

Bayberry Candles


Dear sweet, when dusk comes up the hill,
    The fire leaps high with golden prongs;
I place along the chimneysill
    The tiny candles of my songs.

And though unsteadily they burn,
    As evening shades from grey to blue
Like candles they will surely learn
    To shine more clear, for love of you. 





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