John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж)

Circumstance

STALKING before the lords of life, one came,
  A Titan shape! But often he will crawl,
  Their most subservient, helpful humble thrall;
Swift as the light, or sluggish, laggard, lame;
Stony-eyed archer, launching without aim
  Arrows and lightnings, heedless how they fall,--
  Blind Circumstance, that makes or baffles all,
Happiness, length of days, power, riches, fame.
Could we but take each winged chance aright!
  A timely word let fall, a wind-blown germ,
    May crown our glebe with many a golden sheaf; 
A thought may touch and edge our life with light,
  Fill all its sphere, as yonder crescent worm
    Brightens upon the old moon's dusky leaf.

1. Pleasant Street
2. An Idyl of Harvest Time
3. The Pewee
4. Recollections of «Lalla Rookh»
5. Old Robin

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Circumstance ("Talk not to me of souls that do conceive")

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