William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Where My Books Go

All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.

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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