Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

* * *

To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cavalry of woe.

Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Whose dying eyes no country
Regards with patriot love.

We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And uniforms of snow.

1. Rouge et Noir
2. The Pedigree of Honey
3. Psalm of the Day
4. Surrender
5. Proof

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1096

Последние стихотворения

To English version