Текст оригинала на английском языке White Iris White Iris was a princess In a kingdom long ago, Mysterious as moonlight And silent as the snow. She drew the world in wonder And swayed it with desire, Ere Babylon was builded Or a stone laid in Tyre. Yet here within my garden Her loveliness appears, Undimmed by any sorrow Of all the tragic years. How kind that earth should treasure So beautiful a thing— All mystical enchantment, To stir our hearts in spring! |
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