Эмили Дикинсон. 916. His Feet are shod
Как солнце шлем горит,
На ониксовой спинке
Сверкает хризолит.
Её работа — пенье,
А отдых — тихий гул —
Пчела! Дарован день ей
И клевер на лугу!
His Feet are shod with Gauze —
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
His Labor is a Chant —
His Idleness — a Tune —
Oh, for a Bee's experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!
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