Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли)

Return

Still stand the downs so wise and wide?
⁠     Still shake the trees their tresses grey?
I thought their beauty might have died
⁠     Since I had been away.

I might have known the things I love,
     ⁠The winds, the flocking birds' full cry,
The trees that toss, the downs that move,
     ⁠Were longer things than I.

Lo, earth that bows before the wind,
⁠     With wild green children overgrown,
And all her bosoms, many-whinned,
⁠     Receive me as their own.

The birds are hushed and fled: the cows
     ⁠Have ceased at last to make long moan.
They only think to browse and browse
⁠     Until the night is grown.

The wind is stiller than it was,
⁠     And dumbness holds the closing day.
The earth says not a word, because
     ⁠It has no word to say.

The dear soft grasses under foot
     ⁠Are silent to the listening ear.
Yet beauty never can be mute,
     ⁠And some will always hear. 

1. Rooks (There is such cry in all these birds)
2. East Kennet Church at Evening
3. Le Revenant
4. To Poets
5. Barbury Camp

Ina Coolbrith (Ина Кулбрит) Return ("I had been dead so many years")

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