On a Nankin Plate (Villanelle) A Ballad to Queen Elizabeth (Ballade) 203 204 206 207 208 209 220 2 2 2 . . То у "O you I sing, whom towns immure, Come woodlands bathed in April light, And d you, O Sad, who still endure To you I sing! But most to you with eyelids pure, To you, with bird-like glances bright, Half-paused to speak, half-poised in flight; O English Girl, divine, demure, To you I sing!! |