Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл)

Sunday

NOT a dread cavern, hoar with damp and mould,
Where I must creep, and in the dark and cold,
Offer some awful incense at a shrine
That hath no more divine
Than that 't is, far from life, and stern, and old;

But a bright hill-top in the breezy air,
Full of the morning freshness high and clear,
Where I may climb and drink the pure, new day,
And see where winds away
The path that God would send me, shining fair.

1. Among the Redwoods
2. Roland
3. Five Lives
4. To the Unknown Soul
5. A Paradox

George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд) Sunday ("A dim, vague shrinking haunts my soul")

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