Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд)

Calais Sands

A THOUSAND knights have reined their steeds
To watch this line of sand-hills run,
Along the never silent Strait,
To Calais glittering in the sun;

To look toward Ardres’ golden field
Across this wide aerial plain,
Which glows as if the Middle Age
Were gorgeous upon earth again.

O that, to share this famous scene,
I saw, upon the open sand,
Thy lovely presence at my side,
Thy shawl, thy look, thy smile, thy hand!

How exquisite thy voice would come,
My darling, on this lonely air!
How sweetly would the fresh sea-breeze
Shake loose some lock of soft brown hair!

But now my glance but once hath roved
O’er Calais and its famous plain;
To England’s cliffs my gaze is turned,
O’er the blue Strait mine eyes I strain.

Thou comest! Yes, the vessel’s cloud
Hangs dark upon the rolling sea!
O that yon sea-bird’s wings were mine,
To win one instant’s glimpse of thee!

I must not spring to grasp thy hand,
To woo thy smile, to seek thine eye;
But I may stand far off, and gaze,
And watch thee pass unconscious by,

And spell thy looks, and guess thy thoughts,
Mixed with the idlers on the pier.—
Ah, might I always rest unseen,
So I might have thee always near!

To-morrow hurry through the fields
Of Flanders to the storied Rhine!
To-night those soft-fringed eyes shall close
Beneath one roof, my queen! with mine.

1. A Modern Sappho
2. To George Cruikshank
3. Stanzas Composed at Carnac
4. To the Duke of Wellington
5. “In Harmony with Nature”

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