William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)
Echoes. 23. The Skies Are Strown with Stars
The skies are strown with stars, The streets are fresh with dew A thin moon drifts to westward, The night is hushed and cheerful. My thought is quick with you. Near windows gleam and laugh, And far away a train Clanks glowing through the stillness: A great content’s in all things, And life is not in vain.
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