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Заболеть, приуныть, и в этом унынии обнаружить меланхолика Мэнгана и хрипловато вполголоса стенать с ним вместе. "Вот счастье, вот права". Мёртвый поэт - оксюморон.
I saw her once, one little while, and then no more:
The earth was Peri-land awhile, and then no more.
Oh, might I see but once again, as once before,
Through chance or wile, that shape awhile, and then no more!
Death soon would heal my griefs! This heart, now sad and sore,
Would beat anew a little while, and then no more.
***
Evil angels tempt us in all places.
What but sands or snows hath earth to give ?
Dream not, friend, of deserts and oases !
But look inwards, and begin to live.
***
In Siberia's wastes
Are sands and rocks.
Nothing blooms of green or soft.
But the snow-peaks rise aloft,
And the gaunt ice-blocks.
And the exile there
Is one with those;
They are part, and he is part !
For the sands are in his heart.
And the killing snows.
I saw her once, one little while, and then no more:
The earth was Peri-land awhile, and then no more.
Oh, might I see but once again, as once before,
Through chance or wile, that shape awhile, and then no more!
Death soon would heal my griefs! This heart, now sad and sore,
Would beat anew a little while, and then no more.
***
Evil angels tempt us in all places.
What but sands or snows hath earth to give ?
Dream not, friend, of deserts and oases !
But look inwards, and begin to live.
***
In Siberia's wastes
Are sands and rocks.
Nothing blooms of green or soft.
But the snow-peaks rise aloft,
And the gaunt ice-blocks.
And the exile there
Is one with those;
They are part, and he is part !
For the sands are in his heart.
And the killing snows.