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Слушать(AI)Eurydice - To Victor Hugo
Orpheus, the night is full of tears and cries, And hardly for the storm and ruin shed Can even thine eyes be certain of her
Who never passed out of thy spirit's eyes,
But stood and shone before them in such wise As when with love her lips and hands were fed, And with mute mouth out of the dusty
Strove to make answer when thou bad'st her rise.
Yet viper-stricken must her lifeblood feel The fang that stung her sleeping, the foul germ Even when she wakes of hell's most poisonous worm,
Though now it writhe beneath her wounded heel. Turn yet, she will not fade nor fly from thee; Wait, and see hell yield up Eurydice.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne (5 April 1837 – 10 April 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels and col
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