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Слушать(AI)The Fountain
Into the sunshine,
Full of the light,
Leaping and
From morn till night!
Into the moonlight,
Whiter than snow,
Waving so
When the winds blow!
Into the starlight,
Rushing in spray,
Happy at midnight,
Happy by day!
Ever in motion,
Blithesome and cheery.
Still climbing heavenward,
Never
Glad of all weathers,
Still seeming best,
Upward or downward,
Motion thy rest;—Full of a
Nothing can tame,
Changed every moment,
Ever the same;—Ceaseless aspiring,
Ceaseless content,
Darkness or
Thy element;—Glorious fountain!
Let my heart
Fresh, changeful, constant,
Upward, like thee!
James Russell Lowell
James Russell Lowell (/ˈloʊəl/; February 22, 1819 – August 12, 1891) was an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat. He is associat
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