Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

Twilight

So Mary died last night! To-day
The news has travelled here.
And Robert died at Michaelmas,
And Walter died last year.

I went at sunset up the lane,
I lingered by the stile;
I saw the dusky fields that stretched
Before me many a mile.

I leaned against the stile, and thought
Of her whose soul had fled--
I knew that years on years must pass
Or e’er I should be dead.

1. To a Dead Poet
2. A London Plane-Tree
3. To Clementina Black
4. In the Mile End Road
5. Translated from Geibel

Constance Naden (Констанс Нэден) Twilight ("THE radiant colours in the west are paling")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1881

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