"ANASHUYA" - читать интересную книгу автора (William Butler Yeats - 300+ Poems)

You i{hunter} of i{the fields afar!}
i{Ah, you will know my loved one by his hunter's arrows}
i{truly,}
i{Shoot on him shafts} of i{quietness, that he may ever keep}
A i{lonely laughter, and may kiss his hands to me in sleep.}
Farewell, Vijaya. Nay, no word, no word;
I, priestess of this temple, offer up
Prayers for the land.
i{[Vijaya goes.]}
O Brahma, guard in sleep
The merry lambs and the complacent kine,
The flies below the leaves, and the young mice
In the tree roots, and all the sacred flocks
Of red flamingoes; and my love, Vijaya;
And may no restless fay with fidget finger
Trouble his sleeping: give him dreams of me.