Стивен Филлипс (Stephen Phillips)

Текст оригинала на английском языке

A Dream

MY dead love came to me, and said:   
'God gives me one hour's rest, 
To spend with thee on earth again:   
How shall we spend it best?'   

'Why, as of old,' I said; and so       
We quarrelled, as of old: 
But, when I turned to make my peace,   
That one short hour was told.

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