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There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him

He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

" Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it

Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,

But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father's saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."

ДОЖДЛИВЫЙ ДЕНЬ

В день мрачный, тусклый и холодный,

Дождит, и ветер сумасбродный

Лозу стремясь сорвать на стенах обветшавших,

Порывом каждым добавляет листьев павших

И день уносит, мрачный и холодный.

Живу я холодно, ненастно,

Дождит. Хоть ветер рвёт напрасно

Воспоминания об обветшавшем прежнем,

Но вдаль уносит юности надежды

И дни, что холодно-ненастны.

Спокойно, сердце! Прочь роптанье;

Светило из-за туч прольёт сиянье;

Твоя судьба ничем не хуже каждой,

И в жизни должен дождь пройти однажды,

И пасмурные дни страданья.

THE RAINY DAY

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

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