Broken Love
Автор книги William Blake
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MY Spectre around me night and day.
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My Emanation far within.
Weeps incessantly for my sin.
A fathomless and boundless deep,
There we wander, there we weep;
On the hungry craving wind.
My Spectre follows thee behind.
He scents thy footsteps in the snow.
Wheresoever thou dost go,
Thro’ the wintry hail and rain.
When wilt thou return again?
Dost thou not in pride and scorn.
Fill with tempests all my morn,
And with jealousies and fears.
Fill my pleasant nights with tears?
Seven of my sweet loves thy knife.
Has bereaved of their life.
Their marble tombs I built with tears,
And with cold and shuddering fears.
