The Garden of Proserpine, Сад Персефоны

Algernon Charles Swinburne The Garden of Proserpine (1866) Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds and spent waves riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing For harvesttime and mowing, A sleepy world of streams. I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep; Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers,