Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен) (Alfred Edward Housman)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

A Shropshire Lad. 7. When Smoke Stood up from Ludlow


WHEN smoke stood up from Ludlow,
  And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
  Against the morning beam
  I strode beside my team,
 
The blackbird in the coppice
  Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
  The trampling team beside,
  And fluted and replied:
 
‘Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
  What use to rise and rise?
Rise man a thousand mornings
  Yet down at last he lies,
  And then the man is wise.’
 
I heard the tune he sang me,
  And spied his yellow bill;
I picked a stone and aimed it
  And threw it with a will:
  Then the bird was still.
 
Then my soul within me
  Took up the blackbird’s strain,
And still beside the horses
  Along the dewy lane
  It sang the song again:
 
‘Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
  The sun moves always west;
The road one treads to labour
  Will lead one home to rest,
  And that will be the best.’





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