Томас Трэхерн (Thomas Traherne) Текст оригинала на английском языке To the Same Purpose To the same purpose: he, not long before Brought home from nurse, going to the door To do some little thing He must not do within, With wonder cries, As in the skies He saw the moon, “O yonder is the moon, Newly come after me to town, That shined at Lugwardin but yesternight, Where I enjoyed the self-same sight.” As if it had ev’n twenty thousand faces, It shines at once in many places; To all the earth so wide God doth the stars divide, With so much art The moon impart, They serve us all; serve wholly every one As if they servèd him alone. While every single person hath such store, ’Tis want of sense that makes us poor. |
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