Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод)

Lines (I Stooped from Star-Bright Regions)

I stooped from star-bright regions, where
Thou canst not enter even in prayer;
And thought to light thy heart and hearth
With all the poesy of earth.

Oh, foolish hope! those mystic gleams
To thee were unsubstantial dreams;
The paltry world had made thee blind,
And shut thy heart and dulled thy mind.

I was a vassal at thy feet,
And cringed more meanly than was meet,
And since I dared not to be free,
Was scouted as a slave should be.

I gave thee all—my truth, my trust—
I bowed my spirit in the dust,
I put a crown upon thy brow,
And am its proper victim now.

1. Sonnets. 12. What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name
2. Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
3. Sonnets. 6. I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot
4. Sonnets. 14. Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes
5. Sonnets. 4. They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly

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