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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem

One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of me,

О чем же ты жалеешь, друг мой.
А помнишь, ты ведь сам всё это сделал,
Разрушил, разбросал, что долго строил,
Потом поджег, и не потушив, гореть оставил.

CE in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,

'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool,
And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school:
There were some that ran and some that leapt,
Like troutlets in a pool

Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree;
Seven swift sailing ships white upon the sea;
Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;
Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—

Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;
Nine bakers' baskets, with hot cross buns;
Nine brown elephants standing in a row;
Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;

I dream a world where
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the
And peace its paths adornI dream a world where

I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vaseand a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center
And a song with a broken heart and I ask you:
Do you understand my dreams
Sometimes you say you do,

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there

Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die