William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

The Pity of Love

  A pity beyond all telling
  Is hid in the heart of love:
  The folk who are buying and selling
  The clouds on their journey above
  The cold wet winds ever blowing
  And the shadowy hazel grove
  Where mouse-gray waters are flowing
  Threaten the head that I love.

1. The Three Hermits
2. The Well and the Tree
3. The Realists
4. Fallen Majesty
5. The Mask

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1889

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