Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен) (Alfred Edward Housman)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

A Shropshire Lad. 59. The Isle of Portland


The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
   From France to England strown;
Black towers above the Portland light
   The felon-quarried stone.

On yonder island, not to rise,
   Never to stir forth free,
Far from his folk a dead lad lies
   That once was friends with me.

Lie you easy, dream you light,
   And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
   Than ever you found the day.





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