Alfred Douglas «Spring»
Spring Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again ! (I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.) Wake up again ! The sky was crystal clear, And washed quite clean with rain ; And tar below my heart stirred with the year, Stirred with the year and sighed. O pallid feet Move now at last, O heart that sleeps with pain Rise up and hear The voices in the valleys, run to meet The songs and shadows. O wake up again ! Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t (Last night the moon was soft … Читать далее →