William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

Echoes. 3. O, Gather Me the Rose

O, gather me the rose, the rose,
   While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
   And winter waits behind it!

For with the dream foregone, foregone,
   The deed forborne for ever,
The worm, regret, will canker on,
   And Time will turn him never.

So well it were to love, my love,
   And cheat of any laughter
The fate beneath us and above,
   The dark before and after.

The myrtle and the rose, the rose,
   The sunshine and the swallow,
The dream that comes, the wish that goes,
   The memories that follow!

1. Echoes. 15. There Is a Wheel Inside My Head
2. Rhymes and Rhythms. Epilogue
3. Ballade Made in the Hot Weather
4. Rhymes and Rhythms. 13. Under a Stagnant Sky
5. Rhymes and Rhythms. 23. Here They Trysted, Here They Strayed

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