Уильям Швенк Гилберт (William Schwenck Gilbert) Текст оригинала на английском языке The Bab Ballads. To Phoebe “Gentle, modest little flower, Sweet epitome of May, Love me but for half an hour, Love me, love me, little fay.” Sentences so fiercely flaming In your tiny shell-like ear, I should always be exclaiming If I loved you, Phœbe dear. “Smiles that thrill from any distance Shed upon me while I sing! Please ecstaticize existence, Love me, oh, thou fairy thing!” Words like these, outpouring sadly You’d perpetually hear, If I loved you fondly, madly;— But I do not, Phœbe dear. |
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