Текст оригинала на английском языке Cradle-Song at Twilight THE child not yet is lulled to rest. Too young a nurse, the slender Night So laxly holds him to her breast That throbs with flight. He plays with her, and will not sleep. For other playfellows she sighs; An unmaternal fondness keep Her alien eyes. |
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