Текст оригинала на английском языке
Night in the City
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze. From moisty eaves the drops fall slowly down To strike with leaden sound the walk below, And in dark, murky pools upon the street The water stands, as lacking life to flow. With hopeless brain, oppressed and sad at heart, Toil’s careworn slave turns out his flickering light And treads in dreams his dulling round again, Where weary day succeeds to dismal night.
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