William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

The Glimpse

Just for a day you crossed my life's dull track,
  Put my ignobler dreams to sudden shame,
Went your bright way, and left me to fall back
  On my own world of poorer deed and aim;

To fall back on my meaner world, and feel
  Like one who, dwelling 'mid some, smoke-dimmed town,—
In a brief pause of labour's sullen wheel,—
  'Scaped from the street's dead dust and factory's frown,—

In stainless daylight saw the pure seas roll,
  Saw mountains pillaring the perfect sky:
Then journeyed home, to carry in his soul
  The torment of the difference till he die.

1. To a Friend
2. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
3. And These - Are These Indeed the End
4. Liberty Rejected
5. The Russ at Kara

Walter De la Mare (Уолтер Де ла Мар) The Glimpse ("Art thou asleep? or have thy wings")

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