Роберт Уильям Сервис (Robert William Service)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

Weary


Some praise the Lord for Light,
The living spark;
I thank God for the Night
The healing dark.
When wearily I lie,
With aching sight,
With what thanksgiving I
Turn out the light!

When to night's drowsy deep
Serene I sink,
How glad am I to sleep,
To cease to think!
From care and fret set free,
In sweet respite,
With joy I peacefully
Turn out the light.

Lie down thou weary one,
And sink to rest;
Nay, grieve not for the sun,
The dark is best.
So greet with grateful breath
Eternal Night,
When soft the hand of Death
Turns out the light.



Поддержать сайт


Английская поэзия - http://www.eng-poetry.ru/. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru