Agostino Di Duccio.

Категория: Поэзия
The chime of silver bells; the sweet
Wild rush of fairy wings and feet;
The fluting birds of dawn; the small
And crystal music of the waterfall.
Or piping of some lone and hidden faun;
All this you were, and suddenly were not
A moment's Ariel, centuries forgot!

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