William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Old Memory

O THOUGHT, fly to her when the end of day
Awakens an old memory, and say,
'Your strength, that is so lofty and fierce and kind,
It might call up a new age, calling to mind
The queens that were imagined long ago,
Is but half yours: he kneaded in the dough
Through the long years of youth, and who would have thought
It all, and more than it all, would come to naught,
And that dear words meant nothing?' But enough,
For when we have blamed the wind we can blame love;
Or, if there needs be more, be nothing said
That would be harsh for children that have strayed. 

1. To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-Gno
2. The Balloon of the Mind
3. Crazy Jane on the Mountain
4. Безумная Джейн и епископ • Crazy Jane and the Bishop
5. Fallen Majesty

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