The starry night shall tiding bring, стихи Эмили Бронте (перепевка, нав

The starry night shall tidings bring ; 
Go out upon the breezy moor, 
Watch for a bird with sable wing, 
And beak and talons dropping gore. 
Look not around, look not beneath, 
But mutely trace its airy way, 
Mark where it lights upon the heath ; 
Then, wanderer, kneel thee down, and pray. 
What fortune may await thee there, 
I will not, and I dare not tell ; 
But Heaven is moved by fervent prayer, 
And God is mercy fare thee well!

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