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Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводахRupert Brooke (1887–1915). 1914. II. Safety
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Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest

⁠⁠    He who has found our hid security,

Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,

⁠⁠    And heard our word, “Who is so safe as we?”

We have found safety with all things undying,

⁠⁠    The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,

The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,

⁠⁠    And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.

We have built a house that is not for Time’s throwing.

⁠⁠    We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever.

War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,

⁠⁠    Secretly armed against all death’s endeavour;

Safe though all safety’s lost; safe where men fall;

⁠    And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.

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