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WRITTEN IN MARCH
The Cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
НАПИСАННОЕ В МАРТЕ [64]
Петух ликует,
Ручей воркует,
Щебечут птицы,
Вода искрится,
Земля ожидает зерна.
И старый, и малый
Бредет усталый.
На травке новой
Пасутся коровы,
Все тридцать жуют как одна.
Снегов остатки
Бегут в беспорядке,
И гибнет зима
На вершине холма,
И пахаря песня слышна, слышна.
В горах высоких
Звенят потоки.
А дождь как не был,
Синеет небо,
И тучи уносит весна.
TO A BUTTERFLY
I've watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! — not- frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
"Над желтым наклонясь цветком…" [65]
Над желтым наклонясь цветком,
Тобой, малюткой-мотыльком,
Я любовался и не знал,
Нектар вкушал ты или спал.
И был ты неподвижней вод
объятых льдом морей.
Счастливым будет ли полет,
Когда внезапный ветр найдет
тебя среди ветвей?
Останься с нами! Мы с сестрой
Тебе подарим садик свой.
Здесь отдохнут твои крыла.
Тебе не причиним мы зла!
Будь гостем нашим дорогим,
присядь на куст близ нас.
О детских днях поговорим,
Их летний свет неповторим,
И каждый долгим был — таким,
как двадцать дней сейчас.
THE GREEN LINNET
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather,
In this sequestered nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
And birds and flowers once more to greet,
My last year's friends together.
One have I marked, the happiest guest
In all this covert of the blest:.
Hail to Thee, for above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, Linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding Spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.
While birds, aid butterflies, and flowers,
Make all one band of paramours,
Thou, ranging up and down the bowers,
Art sole in thy employment:
A Life, a Presence like the Air,
Scattering thy gladness without care,
Too blest with any one to pair;
Thyself thy own enjoyment.
Amid yon tuft of hazel trees,
That twinkle to the gusty breeze,
Behold him perched in ecstasies,
Yet seeming still to hover;
There! where the flutter of his wings
Upon his back and body flings
Shadows and sunny glimmerings,
That cover him all over.
My dazzled sight he oft deceives,
A Brother of the dancing leaves;
Then flits, and from the cottage-eaves
Pours forth his song in gushes;
As if by that exulting strain
He mocked and treated with disdain
The voiceless Form he chose to feign,
While fluttering in the bushes.