Richard Chenevix Trench (Ричард Ченевикс Тренч)

To the Same (Look, dearest, what a glory from the sun)

Look, dearest, what a glory from the sun
Has fringed that cloud with silver edges bright,
And how it seems to drink the golden light
Of evening—you would think that it had won
A splendour of its own: but lo! anon
You shall behold a dark mass float away,
Emptied of light and radiance, from the day,
Its glory faded utterly and gone.
And doubt not we should suffer the same loss
As this weak vapour, which awhile did seem
Translucent and made pure of all its dross,
If, having shared the light, we should misdeem
That light our own, or count we hold in fee
That which we must receive continually.

1. Sonnet (What good soever in thy heart or mind)
2. To the Same (O dowered with a searching glance to see)
3. The Island of Madeira
4. England (We look for, and have promise to behold)
5. Poland, 1831

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