Автор: | Киплинг Д. Р. |
Категория: | Стихотворение |
SIR RICHARD’S SONG
А. D. 1066
I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, |
To take from England fief and fee; |
But now this game is the other way over - |
But now England hath taken me! |
I had my horse, my shield and banner, |
And a boy s heart, so whole and free; |
But now I sing in another manner - |
But now England hath taken me! |
As for my Father in his tower, |
Asking news of my ship at sea, |
He will remember his own hour - |
Tell him England hath taken me! |
As for my Mother in her bower, |
That rules my Father so cunningly, |
She will remember a maiden's power - |
Tell her England hath taken me! |
As for my Brother in Rouen City, |
A nimble and naughty page is he, |
But he will come to suffer and pity - |
Tell him England hath taken me! |
As for my little Sister waiting |
In the pleasant orchards of Normandie, |
Tell her England hath taken me! |
As for my comrades in camp and highway, |
That lift their eyebrows scornfully, |
Tell them their way is not my way - |
Kings and Princes and Barons famed, |
Knights and Captains in your degree; |
Hear me a little before I am blamed - |
Seeing England hath taken me! |
’s strength be reckoned, |
There are two things he cannot flee. |
Love is the first, and Death is the second - |
And Love in England hath taken me! |