Текст оригинала на английском языке
THE empress of the year, the meadows' queen, Back from the East, with all her goodly train, Is come, to glorify the world again With length of light and middle Summer-Sheen. In every plot, upon her throne of green, Bright blooms the rose; with birds and blossom-rain And perfume ecstacied are wood and plain And Winter is as if it ne'er had been. Oh June, liege-lady of the flowering prime, Now that thrush, finch, lark, linnet, ousel, wren Thy praises pipe, to the Iranian bard How shall we harken, who, the highwaymen Autumn and Winter, warns us, follow hard On thy fair feet and bide their baleful time?
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