Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

Miracles

Sick of myself and all that keeps the light
Of the wide heavens away from me and mine,
I climb this ledge, and by this wind-swept pine
Lingering, watch the coming of the night:
'Tis ever a new wonder to my sight.
Men look to God for some mysterious sign,
For other stars than such as nightly shine,
For some unwonted symbol of His might.
Wouldst see a miracle not less than those
The Master wrought of old in Galilee?
Come watch with me the azure turn to rose
In yonder West, the changing pageantry,
The fading alps and archipelagoes,
And spectral cities of the sunset-sea.

1. The Undiscovered Country
2. Sweetheart, Sigh No More
3. Hesperides
4. Like Crusoe, Walking by the Lonely Strand
5. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet

Alice Cary (Элис Кэри) Miracles ("An old man sits beside a wall")

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