Текст оригинала на английском языке
Some Things Love Me
ALL within and all without me Feel a melancholy thrill; And the darkness hangs about me, Oh, how still; To my feet, the river glideth Through the shadow, sullen, dark; On the stream the white moon rideth, Like a barque— And the linden leans above me, Till I think some things there be In the dreary world that love me, Even me! Gentle buds are blooming near me, Shedding sweetest breath around; Countless voices rise, to cheer me, From the ground; And the lone bird comes—I hear it In the tall and windy pine Pour the sadness of its spirit Into mine; There it swings and sings above me, Till I think some things there be In this dreary world that love me, Even me! Now the moon hath floated to me, On the stream I see it sway, Swinging, boat-like, as 't would woo me Far away— And the stars bend from the azure, I could reach them where I lie, And they whisper all the pleasure Of the sky. There they hang and smile above me, Till I think some things there be In the very heavens that love me, Even me!
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