Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Golden Sunset The golden sea its mirror spreads Beneath the golden skies, And but a narrow strip between Of land and shadow lies. The cloud-like rocks, the rock-like clouds Dissolved in glory float, And midway of the radiant flood, Hangs silently the boat. The sea is but another sky, The sky a sea as swell, And which is earth and which is heaven, The eye can scarcely tell! __________________________________________ К списку авторов В кают-компанию