William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

In Hospital. 27. Nocturn

At the barren heart of midnight,
When the shadow shuts and opens
As the loud flames pulse and flutter,
I can hear a cistern leaking.

Dripping, dropping, in a rhythm,
Rough, unequal, half-melodious,
Like the measures aped from nature
In the infancy of music;

Like the buzzing of an insect,
Still, irrational, persistent . . .
I must listen, listen, listen
In a passion of attention;

Till it taps upon my heartstrings,
And my very life goes dripping,
Dropping, dripping, drip-drip-dropping,
In the drip-drop of the cistern. 

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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