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William Leighton (Уильям Лейтон) The Fall of Foyers I STOOD one morning in summer, On the rude peak opposite Where over the rocky Foyers came down The cataract foaming white. No sigh in the air above me; No song in the woods around; A deathlike silence, broken alone By the hollow and deep-mouthed sound Of water forever falling, And boiling and seething below; Now lashing the crags in its furious ire, Now laving them in its flow. No change in its deep diapason, No pause in its passionate dole, Plaintive and awful, it found and woke An echo within my soul! Grand in its eloquent beauty, Great in its infinite might, It left its rocky home for my heart, Overflowing it quite! Its splendor flooded my spirit, And, though hundreds of miles away, As plain as I saw it that summer morn, I can behold it to-day; Can lie in the night-time and listen To the splash and the dash of the tide, And can see the boiling caldron smoke Down the cavern yawning wide! For all that we witness of beauty, All grandeur melting us most, Passes into eternal possession, And can nevermore be lost! William Leighton's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1207 |
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