Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

The Whirligig of Time

   BEFORE your feet,
   My love, my sweet,
      Behold! your slave bows down;
   And in his hands
   From other lands
      Brings you another crown.

   For in far climes,
   In bygone times,
      Myself was royal too:
   Oh, I have been
   A king, my queen,
      Who am a slave for you!

1. The Stolen God
2. Saturday Song
3. Philosophy
4. The Vault
5. The Daisies

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