Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - The Poet's Song - текст песни (слова)

The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
 He pass'd by the town and out of the street,
 A light wind blew from the gates of the sun
 And waves of shadow went over the wheat
 And he sat him down in a lonely place
 And chanted a melody loud and sweet
 That made the wild swan pause on her cloud
 And the lark drop down at his feet.
 
 The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee,
 The snake slipt under the spray,
 The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
 And stared with his foot on the prey;
 And the nightingale thought, “I have sung many songs,
 But never a one so gay”,
 For he sings of what the world will be
 When the years have died away.