Lewis Morris (Льюис Моррис)

A Memory

DOWN dropped the sun upon the sea,
The gradual darkness filled the land ;
Amid the twilight, silently,
I felt the pressure of a hand.

And a low voice: 'Have courage, friend.
Be of good cheer, 'tis not for long ;
He conquers who awaits the end,
And dares to suffer and be strong.'

I have seen many a land since then,
Known many a joy and many a pain.
Victor in many a strife of men,
Vanquished again and yet again.

The ancient sorrow now is not,
Since time can heal the keenest smart ;
Yet the vague memory, scarce forgot,
Lingers deep down within the heart.

Still, when the ruddy flame of gold
Fades into gray on sea and land,
I hear the low sweet voice of old,
I feel the pressure of a hand. 

1. Marching
2. At an Almshouse
3. Dear Little Hand
4. Caged
5. A Cynic's Day-Dream

Ina Coolbrith (Ина Кулбрит) A Memory ("THROUGH rifts of cloud the moon's soft silver slips")

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