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Слушать(AI)Piping Peace
Переводы:
You virgins that did late despair
To keep your wealth from cruel men,
Tie up in silk your careless hair:
Soft peace is come again.
Now lovers’ eyes may gently shoot
A flame that will not kill;
The drum was angry, but the lute
Shall whisper what you will.
Sing lo, lo! for his sake
That hath restored your drooping heads;
With choice of sweetest flowers make
A garden where he treads;
Whilst we whole groves of laurel bring,
A pretty triumph for his brow,
Who is the Master of our spring
And all the bloom we owe.
