Э. Дикинсон. 547. I ve seen a dying eye
547
Глаз умирающий
По кругу плыл и плыл,
Ища чего-то
Спальню обводил;
Потом подернулся туманом
И запал,
Не показав, какое благо
Увидал.
547
I've seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become?;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without disclosing what it be,
'T were blessed to have seen.
Глаз умирающий
По кругу плыл и плыл,
Ища чего-то
Спальню обводил;
Потом подернулся туманом
И запал,
Не показав, какое благо
Увидал.
547
I've seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become?;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without disclosing what it be,
'T were blessed to have seen.
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