Читать книгу XXXII Ballades in Blue China [1885] - Lang Andrew, May Kendall - Страница 1

Friend, when you bear a care-dulled eye,

And brow perplexed with things of weight,

And fain would bid some charm untie

The bonds that hold you all too strait,

Behold a solace to your fate,

Wrapped in this cover’s china blue;

These ballades fresh and delicate,

This dainty troop of Thirty-two!

The mind, unwearied, longs to fly

And commune with the wise and great;

But that same ether, rare and high,

Which glorifies its worthy mate,

To breath forspent is disparate:

Laughing and light and airy-new

These come to tickle the dull pate,

This dainty troop of Thirty-two.

Most welcome then, when you and I,

Forestalling days for mirth too late,

To quips and cranks and fantasy

Some choice half-hour dedicate,

They weave their dance with measured rate

Of rhymes enlinked in order due,

Till frowns relax and cares abate,

This dainty troop of Thirty-two.

Princes, of toys that please your state

Quainter are surely none to view

Than these which pass with tripping gait,

This dainty troop of Thirty-two.