Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводах

The dial is dark, ‘tis but half-past one:

But the crow is abroad, and the day’s begun.

The dial is dim, ‘tis but half-past two:

Fit the small foot with its neat first shoe.

The light gains fast, it is half-past three:

Now the blossom appears all over the tree.

The gnomon tells it is but half-past four:

Shut upon him the old school-door.

The sun is strong, it is half-past five:

Through this and through that let him hustle and strive.

Ha, thunder and rain! it is half-past six:

Hither and thither, go, wander and fix.

The shadows are sharp, it is half-past seven:

The Titan dares to scale even heaven!

The rain soon dries, it is half-past eight:

Time faster flies, but it is not late!

The sky now is clear, it is half-past nine:

Draw all the threads and make them entwine.

Clearer and calmer, ‘tis half-past ten:

Count we gains? not yet: try again.

The shadows lengthen, half-past eleven:

He looks back, alas! let the man be shriven!

The mist falls cold, it is half-past twelve:

Hark, the bell tolls! up, sexton and delve!