Кэтрин Ли Бейтс (Katharine Lee Bates) Текст оригинала на английском языке Around the Sun THE weazen planet Mercury, Whose song is done, — Rash heart that drew too near His dazzling lord the Sun!— Forgets that life was dear, So shriveled now and sere The goblin planet Mercury. But Venus, thou mysterious, Enveilèd one, Fairest of lights that fleet Around the radiant Sun, Do not thy pulses beat To music blithe and sweet, O Venus, veiled, mysterious? And Earth, our shadow-haunted Earth, Hast thou, too, won The graces of a star From the glory of the Sun? Do poets dream afar That here all lusters are, Upon our blind, bewildered Earth? We dream that mighty forms on Mars, With wisdom spun From subtler brain than man's, Are hoarding snow and sun, Wringing a few more spans Of life, fierce artisans, From their deep-grooved, worn planet Mars. But thou, colossal Jupiter, World just begun, Wild globe of golden steam, Chief nursling of the Sun, Transcendest human dream, That faints before the gleam Of thy vast splendor, Jupiter. And for what rare delight, Or woes to shun, Of races increate, New lovers of the Sun, Was Saturn ringed with great Rivers illuminate, Ethereal jewel of delight? Far from his fellows, Uranus Doth lonely run In his appointed ways Around the sovereign Sun, — Wide journeys that amaze Our weak and toiling gaze, Searching the path of Uranus. But on the awful verge Of voids that stun The spirit, Neptune keeps The frontier of the Sun. Over the deeps on deeps He glows, a torch that sweeps The circle of that shuddering verge. On each bright planet waits Oblivion, Who casts beneath her feet Ashes of star and sun, But when all ruby heat. Is frost, a Heart shall beat, Where God, within the darkness, waits. |
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