„Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” de Thomas Gray
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. |
Trist zvon de clopot prohodeşte ziua, Cireada şerpuieşte pe vâlcea, Plugarul se întoarce-n sat şi lumea O lasă-n seama nopţii şi a mea. |