Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

A Song

It means so little to you
To sing a note as you pass,
To smile your thanks to the day
For donning its cloudless blue
And then to go your way,
And leave behind in the grass
The print of your little shoe
Or a petal dropt from your rose
And your touch on the vine that grows
Over my cottage door:
It is nothing at all to you.

But to me, it is alms to the poor,
And the light of day to the blind,
And hope to the desolate;
Though you never have once glanced through
The window where, half-defined,
Half-hidden, I watch and wait--
For it means so little to you.

1. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
2. Vagrant Songs
3. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
4. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
5. In the Oculist's Anteroom

Helen Williams (Хелен Уильямс) A Song ("No riches from his scanty store")

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