Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен) (Alfred Edward Housman) Текст оригинала на английском языке More Poems. 37. I Did Not Lose My Heart in Summer’s Even I did not lose my heart in summer’s even, When roses to the moonrise burst apart: When plumes were under heel and lead was flying, In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart. I lost it to a soldier and a foeman, A chap that did not kill me, but he tried; That took the sabre straight and took it striking And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died. |
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