Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)

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BETWEEN the sunken sun and the new moon,
I stood in fields through which a rivulet ran
With scarce perceptible motion, not a span
Of its smooth surface trembling to the tune
Of sunset breezes: "O delicious boon,"
I cried, "of quiet! wise is Nature's plan,
Who, in her realm, as in the soul of man,
Alternates storm with calm, and the loud noon
With dewy evening's soft and sacred lull:
Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour,
And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined,
Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power;
Thoughts that ascend, like angels beautiful,
A shining Jacob's ladder of the mind."

1. Blanche and Nell
2. Along the Path Thy Bleeding Feet Have Trod
3. “The Old Man of the Sea”
4. An Idle Poet, Dreaming in the Sun
5. Now, While the Rear-Guard of the Flying Year

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