Айзек Розенберг (Isaac Rosenberg) Текст оригинала на английском языке On a Lady Singing She bade us listen to the singing lark In tones far sweeter than its own: For fear that she should cease and leave us dark We built the bird a feigned throne, Shrined in her gracious glory-giving ways From sceptred hands of starred humility- Praising herself the more in giving praise To music less than she. |
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