Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

Wordsworth

Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls 
Among the mountains, and thy song is fed 
By living springs far up the watershed; 
No whirling flood nor parching drought controls 
The crystal current: even on the shoals
It murmurs clear and sweet; and when its bed
Darkens below mysterious cliffs of dread, 
Thy voice of peace grows deeper in our souls. 

But thou in youth hast known the breaking stress
Of passion, and hast trod despair’s dry ground
Beneath black thoughts that wither and destroy.
Ah, wanderer, led by human tenderness
Home to the heart of Nature, thou hast found
The hidden Fountain of Recovered Joy.

1. The Gentle Traveller
2. Hesper
3. Storm-Music
4. Stars and the Soul
5. Patria

James Stephen (Джеймс Стивен) Wordsworth ("TWO voices are there: one is of the deep")

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