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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)


Travels by the Fireside


THE CEASELESS rain is falling fast,
  And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
  Points to the misty main.

It drives me in upon myself,
  And to the fireside gleams,
To pleasant books that crowd my shelf,
  And still more pleasant dreams.

I read whatever bards have sung
  Of lands beyond the sea,
And the bright days when I was young
  Come thronging back to me.

In fancy I can hear again
  The Alpine torrent’s roar,
The mule-bells on the hills of Spain,
  The sea at Elsinore.

I see the convent’s gleaming wall
  Rise from its groves of pine,
And towers of old cathedrals tall,
  And castles by the Rhine.

I journey on by park and spire,
  Beneath centennial trees,
Through fields with poppies all on fire,
  And gleams of distant seas.

I fear no more the dust and heat,
  No more I feel fatigue,
While journeying with another’s feet
  O’er many a lengthening league.

Let others traverse sea and land,
  And toil through various climes,
I turn the world round with my hand
  Reading these poets’ rhymes.

From them I learn whatever lies
  Beneath each changing zone,
And see, when looking with their eyes,
  Better than with mine own.



Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's other poems:
  1. The Skerry of Shrieks
  2. Thangbrand the Priest
  3. Iron-Beard
  4. Thora of Rimol
  5. Einar Tamberskelver


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