Текст оригинала на английском языке
BREAK, long wave, below my feet! Wind and meet, Sea-streams that the moon hath shaken! From the shingle white and bare, All the air With sonorous cadence waken! From the distance dim and bright, Gulphed in light, To the long spent wave that dashes, All the sea shines through and through Fiery blue: When the wind is up, it flashes. And the milder heaven above, Full of love, Smiles upon the rolling ocean, Like a woman's heart content To be spent And absorbed in sweet devotion. Surely Venus through the sea Clear and free, Rose on such a morn as this is, Called her doves about her there, Heard the air Murmur through their wings like kisses. Out of cold green depths of foam, Sea-nymphs' home, To the live air, red with roses, Came she, clothed about with light, Warm and white, Like a moon the mist encloses. Like a summer moon whose limbs, As she swims Ever up in the pale aether, Cast their lawny veils aside Till they hide Nought from the mad earth beneath her. Though no more with reverent eyes, Sadly wise, Sea and air to us are holy, Born too late for gods to bless We profess To be disenchanted wholly, Though the nymphs are dead, and we Cannot see, Plunging in the gulfs of azure, Long processions, gods in line, Half divine, Blowing horns of mellow leisure, Yet the old sweet creeds and we Cannot be Always so far rent asunder, Since we feel on such a morn Life reborn In the antique world of wonder.
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