William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)
Echoes. 20. The Surges Gushed and Sounded
The surges gushed and sounded, The blue was the blue of June, And low above the brightening east Floated a shred of moon. The woods were black and solemn, The night winds large and free, And in your thought a blessing seemed To fall on land and sea.
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