Ñáåæàòü èç ñîëíöà â ýòîò äîì,
Ãäå äàæå äâåðè íåò,
È ñðàçó ëåñòíèöó äîëîé –
Îòðåçàòü ïóòü íà ñâåò,
È ãðåçèòü, ãðåçèòü áåç êîíöà
Î æèçíè òàì, âäàëè,
Ãäå ñêà÷óò áåëêè, ñìåðòåí ñàä
È ãíåò Ãîñïîäü ñòâîëû.
Doom is the House without the Door —
'Tis entered from the Sun —
And then the Ladder's thrown away,
Because Escape — is done —
'Tis varied by the Dream
Of what they do outside —
Where Squirrels play — and Berries die —
And Hemlocks — bow — to God —