William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

The Falling of the Leaves

AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
 
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

1. Tom at Cruachan
2. Me Peacock
3. The Moods
4. Dream of a Blessed Spirit
5. The Song of Wandering Aengus

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