Spring Morning
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.Where am I going? The clouds sail by,…
Когда я родных
И знакомых встречаю,
Я кланяюсь,
Шляпу сорвав с головы,…