Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))
Toys
I have laid you away as we lay The toys of a little dead child, You know you are safe in my heart; You know I have set you apart In my heart, and hid you away, Because joy that prattled and smiled In the heart becomes grief to the heart, Laying its youth away With the toys of a little dead child.
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