Лесбия Харфорд (Lesbia Harford) Текст оригинала на английском языке * * * I dreamt last night That spring had come. Across green fields I saw a blur Of crimson-blossomed plum. I've never known So fair a thing. And yet I wish it were a dream Of some forgotten spring. Today the sun Our workroom blest And there was hard young wattle pinned On our forewoman's breast. |
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