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Слушать(AI)In Fountain Court
The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
The flickering green of leaves that keep The light of June;
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,
The peace of June.
A waiting ghost, in the blue sky,
The white curved moon;
June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I Wait too, with June;
Come, through the lingering afternoon,
Soon, love, come soon.
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
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