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Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод)


A Common Thought


Somewhere on this earthly planet
 In the dust of flowers to be,
In the dewdrop, in the sunshine,
 Sleeps a solemn day for me.

At this wakeful hour of midnight
 I behold it dawn in mist,
And I hear a sound of sobbing
 Through the darkness—hist! oh, hist!

In a dim and murky chamber,
 I am breathing life away;
Some one draws a curtain softly,
 And I watch the broadening day.

As it purples in the zenith,
 As it brightens on the lawn,
There's a hush of death about me,
 And a whisper, "He is gone!"



Henry Timrod's other poems:
  1. Sonnets. 4. They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly
  2. Sonnets. 12. What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name
  3. Sonnets. 6. I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot
  4. Sonnets. 14. Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes
  5. Carmen Triumphale


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