Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)

A Memory

  Though pent in stony streets, 'tis joy to know,
  'Tis joy, although we breathe a fainter air,
  The spirit of those places far and fair
  That we have loved, abides; and fern-scents flow
  Out of the wood's heart still, and shadows grow
  Long on remembered roads as warm days wear;
  And still the dark wild water, in its lair,
  The narrow chasm, stirs blindly to and fro.

  Delight is in the sea-gull's dancing wings,
  And sunshine wakes to rose the ruddy hue
  Of rocks; and from her tall wind-slanted stem
  A soft bright plume the goldenrod outflings
  Along the breeze, above a sea whose blue
  Is like the light that kindles through a gem.

1. The Going out of the Tide
2. Retrospect
3. A Resurrection
4. The Trumpeter
5. In Winter, with the Book We Read in Spring

Ina Coolbrith (Ина Кулбрит) A Memory ("THROUGH rifts of cloud the moon's soft silver slips")

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