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Слушать(AI)On Such a Day
Some hang above the tombs, Some weep in empty rooms, I, when the iris blooms, Remember. I, when the cyclamen Opens her buds again, Rejoice a moment-then Remember.
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907) was a British novelist and poet who also wrote essays and reviews.
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Larghetto
Grant me but a day, love, But a day, Ere I give my heart, My heart away,
A Moment
The clouds had made a crimson Above the mountains high The stormy sun was going In a stormy sky
Where a Roman Villa Stood Above Freiburg
On alien ground, breathing an alien air, A Roman stood, far from his ancient home, And gazing, murmured,Ah, the hills are fair, But not the hills of Rome
Punctilio
O ET me be in loving nice, Dainty, fine, and o’er precise, That I may charm my charmàd
