Текст оригинала на английском языке
Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress
Madam, the flower that I received from you, Ere I came home, had lost its lovely hue: As flowers deprived of the genial day, Its sprightly bloom did wither and decay; Dear, fading flower, I know full well, said I, The reason why you shed your sweets and die; You want the influence of her enlivening eye. Your case is mine -- Absence, that plague of love! With heavy pace makes every minute move: It of my being is an empty blank, And hinders me myself with men to rank; Your cheering presence quickeneth me again, And new-sprung life exults in every vein.
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