Роберт Геррик (Херрик) (Robert Herrick)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

To Dianeme (Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes)


Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes,
Which, star-like, sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud, that you can see
All hearts your captives, yours, yet free;
Be you not proud of that rich hair
Which wantons with the love-sick air;
Whenas that ruby which you wear,
Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
Will last to be a precious stone,
When all your world of beauty's gone.





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