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МИНАЮТЬ ДНІ, МИНАЮТЬ НОЧІ.. .ПереклалаЕ. JI. ВОШ1111FROM. DAY ТО DAY ...From day to day, from niprht to nightMy summer passes; autumn croctpsNearer; before mine eyes the lightFades out; my soul is blind and sleeps.Everything sleeps; and 1? I ponder:Do I yet live, or do I wander,A dead thing, through my term of years,A void of laughter as of tears?Como to me, iny fate! Where a rt thou?Oh, I have, no fate.God, if Thou dost scorn to love me,Grant me but Thy hate!Only let my heart not witherSlowly, day by day,Useless as a fallen tree-trunkRotting by the way.Let me live, and live in spiritLoving all mankind;Or, if not, then let my cursesStrike the sunlight blind.Wretched is the fettered captive,Dying, and a slave;But more wretched he that, living,Sleeps, as in a grave,Till he falls asleep for ever,Leoving not a signThat there faded into darknessSomething once divine.Come to me, my fate! Where a rt thou?Oh, I have no fate.God, if Thou dost scorn to love me,Grant me hut Thy hate![1845] K. L. Voynich