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Ñîí îòñòóïàåò – íå îæèâ –
À íåáî ìàíèò íàñ –
Òàê ìàëü÷èêà çàâîðîæèò
Èþíüñêàÿ ï÷åëà –
Íûðÿåò â êëåâåð çà ïûëüöîé –
Âçëåòèò – ïðèíèêíåò âíîâü –
Çàâèñíåò, ïîäðàçíèâ åãî –
È ê âåëè÷àâûì îáëàêàì
Ñâîé ÿëèê ðàçâåðíåò –
È ñìîòðèò â íåáî îí – ñðàæåí
Íàñìåøêîé íàä òîñêîé
Î ïðî÷íîì ìåäå – íåò ï÷åëû,
Âàðÿùåé ìåä òàêîé.
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The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized —
The Heaven we chase,
Like the June Bee — before the School Boy,
Invites the Race —
Stoops — to an easy Clover —
Dips — evades — teases — deploys —
Then — to the Royal Clouds
Lifts his light Pinnace —
Heedless of the Boy —
Staring — bewildered — at the mocking sky —
Homesick for steadfast Honey —
Ah, the Bee flies not
That brews that rare variety!