James Russell Lowell (Джеймс Расселл Лоуэлл)

Green Mountains

  Ye mountains, that far off lift up your heads,
  Seen dimly through their canopies of blue,
  The shade of my unrestful spirit sheds
  Distance-created beauty over you;
  I am not well content with this far view;
  How may I know what foot of loved-one treads
  Your rocks moss-grown and sun-dried torrent beds?
  We should love all things better, if we knew
  What claims the meanest have upon our hearts:
  Perchance even now some eye, that would be bright
  To meet my own, looks on your mist-robed forms;
  Perchance your grandeur a deep joy imparts
  To souls that have encircled mine with light--
  O brother-heart, with thee my spirit warms!

1. Hakon's Lay
2. Song (What reck I of the stars, when I)
3. In Sadness
4. Song (Lift up the curtains of thine eyes)
5. Sphinx

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