Сара Тиздейл
Без мира
Без мира можно бы - не жаль
Мирской победы да беды -
Но - вечереющая даль
И зимний первосвет звезды.
И город отдаю - иди,
Поветрий и поверий сплав.
Но - серебристые дожди
На бриллиантах летних трав!
Sara Teasdale
Lost Things
Oh, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
But how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?
And I could let the cities go,
Their changing customs and their creeds, -
But oh, the summer rains that blow
In silver on the jewel-weeds!