Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

About the Sheltered Garden Ground

ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand strangely still.
The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,
Nor yet so high the hill.

An awful sense of quietness,
A fulness of repose,
Breathes from the dewy garden-lawns,
The silent garden rows.

As the hoof-beats of a troop of horse
Heard far across a plain,
A nearer knowledge of great thoughts
Thrills vaguely through my brain.

I lean my head upon my arm,
My heart's too full to think;
Like the roar of seas, upon my heart
Doth the morning stillness sink. 

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
2. Voluntary
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 24. FAREWELL, fair day and fading light!
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 28. To an Island Princess
5. At Last She Comes

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