Детский сад стихов. 6. Дождь (Перевод)

All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons,

The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand; The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand; The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea; And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things…

I have a hoard of treasure in my breast; The grange of memory steams against the door, Full of my bygone lifetime's garnered store -Old pleasures crowned with sorrow for a zest, Old sorrow grown a joy, old penance blest,

Children, you are very little, And your bones are very brittle; If you would grow great and stately, You must try to walk sedately.

From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do — All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of…

Home from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet -Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set; For the dews are falling And the night has come at last. Home with you, home and lay your little head at rest

VE - what is love?  A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair. Life - what is life?  Upon a moorland To see love coming and see love depart.