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Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу)


An Ancient Chess Set


Haply some Rajah first in ages gone
Amid his languid ladies finger'd thee,
While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he,
Sang his one wife, love's passionate orison:
Haply thou mayst have pleased old Prester John
Among his pastures, when full royally
He sat in tent--grave shepherds at his knee--
While lamps of balsam winked and glimmered on.

What dost thou here? Thy masters are all dead.
My heart is full of ruth and yearning pain
At sight of thee, O king that hast a crown
Outlasting theirs, and tells of greatness fled
Through cloud-hung nights of unabated rain
And murmur of the dark majestic town. 



Jean Ingelow's other poems:
  1. A Vine-Arbour In The Far West
  2. The Measureless Gulfs Of Air Are Full Of Thee
  3. The Beginning
  4. Grand Is The Leisure Of The Earth
  5. Afterthought


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