Текст оригинала на английском языке
An Ancient Chess Set
Haply some Rajah first in ages gone Amid his languid ladies finger'd thee, While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he, Sang his one wife, love's passionate orison: Haply thou mayst have pleased old Prester John Among his pastures, when full royally He sat in tent--grave shepherds at his knee-- While lamps of balsam winked and glimmered on. What dost thou here? Thy masters are all dead. My heart is full of ruth and yearning pain At sight of thee, O king that hast a crown Outlasting theirs, and tells of greatness fled Through cloud-hung nights of unabated rain And murmur of the dark majestic town.
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