Текст оригинала на английском языке
Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain
THE stormy evening closes now in vain, Loud wails the wind and beats the driving rain, While here in sheltered house With fire-ypainted walls, I hear the wind abroad, I hark the calling squalls - 'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'you burst your cheeks in vain! Blow, blow,' I cry, 'my love is home again!' Yon ship you chase perchance but yesternight Bore still the precious freight of my delight, That here in sheltered house With fire-ypainted walls, Now hears the wind abroad, Now harks the calling squalls. 'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'in vain you rouse the sea, My rescued sailor shares the fire with me!'
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