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William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам)


Aeolian Harp


O pale green sea,
With long, pale, purple clouds above -
What lies in me like weight of love ?
What dies in me
With utter grief, because there comes no sign
Through the sun-raying West, or the dim sea-line ?

O salted air,
Blown round the rocky headland still,
What calls me there from cove and hill?
What calls me fair
From thee, the first-born of the youthful night,
Or in the waves is coming through the dusk twilight ?

O yellow Star,
Quivering upon the rippling tide -
Sendest so far to one that sigh'd?
Bendest thou, Star,
Above, where the shadows of the dead have rest
And constant silence, with a message from the blest? 



William Allingham's other poems:
  1. Wayconnell Tower
  2. A Burial-place
  3. To the Castle of Donegal
  4. In Highgate Cemetery
  5. The Emigrant’s Adieu to Ballyshannon


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