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Alice Hunt Bartlett (Элис Хант Бартлетт)


Is it too late to sit at thy charmed feet,
    Enchantress of our youth and of our age? . . .
    Is there one, more than thou, a greater sage?—
The hours we spend with thee are fair and fleet—
Art thou a dream, vision, or truth’s complete
    Embodiment, illumining life’s page—
    Or challenge that some fate has willed to wage,
In giving each his portion, harsh or sweet?

It matters not thy country or thy kin,
    The winds of progress blow about thy shrine,
’Tis thou who makes the breathless loser . . . win;
    This life’s great animating force is thine,
And thou the light that burns through life, within.
    Remain, Illusion, sorceress divine!

Alice Hunt Bartlett's other poems:
  1. Service
  2. Greater Beauty
  3. Moonlight and the Sea
  4. Reactionary
  5. Celebrants

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Illusion ("God and I in space alone")

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