Текст оригинала на английском языке
From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 75
Spirit of Love, whose locks unrolled, Stream on the breeze like floating gold; Come, within a fragrant cloud Blushing with light, thy votary shroud; And, on those wings that sparkling play, Waft, oh, waft me hence away! Love! my soul is full of thee, Alive to all thy luxury. But she, the nymph for whom I glow, The lovely Lesbian mocks my woe; Smiles at the chill and hoary hues, That time upon my forehead strews. Alas! I fear she keeps her charms, In store for younger, happier arms!
Английская поэзия - http://eng-poetry.ru/. Адрес для связи email@example.com