Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))
Impossibilities: to His Friend
My faithful friend, if you can see The fruit to grow up, or the tree; If you can see the colour come Into the blushing pear or plum; If you can see the water grow To cakes of ice, or flakes of snow; If you can see that drop of rain Lost in the wild sea once again; If you can see how dreams do creep Into the brain by easy sleep:— —Then there is hope that you may see Her love me once, who now hates me.
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