Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

To a Friend

I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night.  Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!

1. The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde
2. The Matrix
3. The Promise of the Morning Star
4. The Temple
5. The Bombardment

John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) To a Friend ("Friend of my dark and solitary hour")

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