Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс)
To His Watch
Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart Warm beat with cold beat company, shall I Earlier or you fail at our force, and lie The ruins of, rifled, once a world of art? The telling time our task is; time’s some part, Not all, but we were framed to fail and die— One spell and well that one. There, ah thereby Is comfort’s carol of all or woe’s worst smart. Field-flown, the departed day no morning brings Saying ‘This was yours’ with her, but new one, worse, And then that last and shortest…
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