Louisa Sarah Bevington (Луиза Сара Бевингтон)

Hope Deferred

I'VE closed my book of hope, love,
And folded down the page;
I'll read no more therein, love,
Until some quiet age
When paler dreams than these, love,
My chastened heart engage.

I'm going far away, love,
Where no vain wish may thrive;
Where hope may lie quite still, love,
Deep buried, yet alive!
And there I'll live alone, love,
Till serer years arrive.

If then I should return, love,
From yon forgotten strand,
And--your dear form all bent, love,--
You greet me, hand to hand;
If then our eyes should meet, love,
I think you'll understand.

1. Bees in Clover
2. “Merle Wood”
3. The Most Beautiful Thing
4. Love’s Depth
5. 'Tis Daring Wins the Day

George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд) Hope Deferred ("Summer is come again. The sun is bright")

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