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Edith Wharton (Эдит Уортон)


Patience


PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.

Not beautiful is she to eyes profane;
Silent and unrevealed her holy charms;
But, like a mother's, her serene, strong arms
Uphold my footsteps on the path of pain.

I long to cry, -- her soft voice whispers, 'Nay!'
I seek to fly, but she restrains my feet;
In wisdom stern, yet in compassion sweet,
She guides my helpless wanderings, day by day.

O my Beloved, life's golden visions fade,
And one by one life's phantom joys depart;
They leave a sudden darkness in the heart,
And patience fills their empty place instead. 



Edith Wharton's other poems:
  1. The Bread of Angels
  2. The Parting Day
  3. An Autumn Sunset
  4. Chartres
  5. Mould and Vase


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • David Lawrence (Дэвид Лоуренс) Patience ("A wind comes from the north")
  • Thomas Dekker (Томас Деккер) Patience ("Patience! why, 'tis the soul of peace")

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