William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

A Dream of Death

I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
i{She was more beautiful than thy first love,}
i{But now lies under boards.} 

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

Dinah Craik (Дина Крейк) A Dream of Death ("WHERE shall we sail to-day?")

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