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Æèâó íå çäåñü – â âîçìîæíîñòè –
Ñðàâíèòü íå ñ ïðîçîé äîì –
È ìíîãî áîëüøå îêîí,
È ñ êåäðû ðîñòîì â íåì
Äâåðíûå íèøè – âåðõà
Âçãëÿä èùåò íå íàéäåò,
À êðûøåé åãî âå÷íîé –
Íåáåñ øàòðîâûé ñâîä –
Îí äëÿ ãîñòåé ëèøü ñàìûõ
Áëèñòàòåëüíûõ îòêðûò –
Ìíå ðóê ïðîñòåðòûõ ìàëî,
×òîá ýòîò ðàé âìåñòèòü –
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I dwell in Possibility —
A fairer House than Prose —
More numerous of Windows —
Superior — for Doors —
Of Chambers as the Cedars —
Impregnable of Eye —
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky —
Of Visitors — the fairest —
For Occupation — This —
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise —