Посвящается Ширли
Now from yon black and fun’ral yew,
That bathes the charnel-
house with dew,
Methinks I hear a voice begin;
(Ye ravens, cease your croaking din;
Ye tolling clocks, no time resound
O’er the long lake and midnight ground)
It sends a peal of hollow groans,
Thus speaking from among the bones.
«SPEAKING FROM ALONG THE BONES» by Alan Bradley
Издание публикуется с разрешения The Bukowski Agency Ltd и The Van Lear Agency LLC.
Copyright © 2013by Alan Bradley
© Измайлова Е., перевод, 2013
© ООО «Издательство АСТ», 2013