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Слушать(AI)The Sick Man and the Nightingale
(From Lenau.)So late, and yet a nightingale?
Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale,
The summer fields are ripening, And yet a sound of spring?
O tell me, didst thou come to hear,
Sweet Spring, that I should die this year;
And call'st across from the far shore To me one greeting more?
Amy Levy
Amy Judith Levy (10 November 1861 – 10 September 1889) was a British essayist, poet, and novelist best remembered for her literary gifts; her ex
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