Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей)

Mirth

Come, soul-inspiring Mirth,
I'll twine a wreath for thee,
With flowers of spring-time birth,
Born amid Nature's glee:
Born when the cuckoo sung
Its notes of joy to God,
And the sunny day-beam flung
Smiles o'er the flowery sod.

But, lord of jest and jeer,
Come in thy fairest trim,
Let smiling Wit be near,
With eye that's never dim:
Come with the flowing bowl
And the rosy wine to me,
And beam upon my soul,
Ere I twine a wreath for thee. 

1. The Dying Mother
2. The Wood-Nymph
3. Light Is Love without Esteem
4. Vintagers' Song to the Sun
5. To the Winds

Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Mirth ("True mirth resides not in the smiling skin")

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