Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

A Lover’s Envy

I envy every flower that blows 
Along the meadow where she goes, 
And every bird that sings to her, 
And every breeze that brings to her
The fragrance of the rose. 

I envy every poet’s rhyme
That moves her heart at eventime,
And every tree that wears for her
Its brightest bloom, and bears for her
The fruitage of its prime. 

I envy every Southern night
That paves her path with moonbeams white,
And silvers all the leaves for her,
And in their shadow weaves for her
A dream of dear delight. 

I envy none whose love requires
Of her a gift, a task that tires:
I only long to live to her,
I only ask to give to her
All that her heart desires.

1. The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
2. To Julia Marlowe
3. Autumn in the Garden
4. One World
5. The Heavenly Hills of Holland

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