Анализ стихотворения the wayfarer the beauty of the word has made me sad this beauty that will pass sometimes my heart has shaken with great joy to see a leaping squirrel in a tree or a red ladybird upon a leaf or little rabbits in a field at evening lit by a slanting sun and then my heart has
told me these will pass will pass and change , will die and be no more, things bright and green, things young and happy and i have gone upon my way sorrowful. анализ можно и на