Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

Hesper

Her eyes are like the evening air,
Her voice is like a rose,
Her lips are like a lovely song,
That ripples as it flows,
And she herself is sweeter than
The sweetest thing she knows. 

A slender, haunting, twilight form
Of wonder and surprise,
She seemed a fairy or a child,
Till, deep within her eyes,
I saw the homeward-leading star
Of womanhood arise.

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

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