William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)
Echoes. 10. The Sea Is Full of Wandering Foam
The sea is full of wandering foam, The sky of driving cloud; My restless thoughts among them roam . . . The night is dark and loud. Where are the hours that came to me So beautiful and bright? A wild wind shakes the wilder sea . . . O, dark and loud’s the night!
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