Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

Mirage

How is it that, being gone, you fill my days,
And all the long nights are made glad by thee?
No loneliness is this, nor misery,
But great content that these should be the ways
Whereby the Fancy, dreaming as she strays,
Makes bright and present what she would would be.
And who shall say if the reality
Is not with dreams so pregnant.  For delays
And hindrances may bar the wished-for end;
A thousand misconceptions may prevent
Our souls from coming near enough to blend;
Let me but think we have the same intent,
That each one needs to call the other, ”friend!”
It may be vain illusion.  I’m content.

1. The Coal Picker
2. The Cross-Roads
3. In Answer to a Request
4. Late September
5. The Pike

Ada Cambridge (Cross) (Ада Кембридж (Кросс)) Mirage ("Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking")

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1231

Последние стихотворения

To English version