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Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл)


At Dawn


I LAY awake and listened, ere the light
Began to whiten at the window pane.
The world was all asleep: earth was a fane
Emptied of worshippers; its dome of night,
Its silent aisles, were awful in their gloom.
Suddenly from the tower the bell struck four,
Solemn and slow, how slow and solemn! o'er
Those death-like slumberers, each within his room.
The last reverberation pulsed so long
It seemed no tone of earthly mould at all.
But the bell woke a thrush; and with a call
He roused his mate, then poured a tide of song:
"Morning is coming, fresh, and clear, and blue,"
Said that bright song; and then I thought of you.
An Adage From The Orient
AT the punch-bowl's brink,
Let the thirsty think
What they say in Japan:

"First the man takes a drink,
Then the drink takes a drink,
Then the drink takes the man!"



Edward Rowland Sill's other poems:
  1. Summer Rain
  2. A Resting-Place
  3. Summer Night
  4. Hermione
  5. A Child and a Star


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Alfred Noyes (Альфред Нойес) At Dawn ("O Hesper-Phosphor, far away")
  • Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) At Dawn ("Lo! 'tis the lark")
  • Amy Levy (Эми Леви) At Dawn ("In the night I dreamed of you")

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