Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - Dirge in woods - текст песни (слова)

A wind sways the pines, 
And below 
Not a breath of wild air; 
Still as the mosses that glow 
On the flooring and over the lines 
Of the roots here and there. 
The pine-tree drops its dead; 
They are quiet, as under the sea. 
Overhead, overhead 
Rushes life in a race, 
As the clouds the clouds chase; And we go, 
 
 
And we drop like the fruits of the tree, Even we, 
Even so. 
 
 
 

 Lyrics: George Meredith - (1828-1909), Dirge in woods, from Fortnightly Review - (August 1870)