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Alice Hunt Bartlett (Элис Хант Бартлетт)



The little shingled town looks sweet to-night,
To one who journeyed here long years before:
The baberry blows fragrant from the shore,
Where ghostly grey the town leans toward the light
. . . As it were, summoned to the inner sight
Are those we loved to meet in days of yore,
They seem just past a partly open door—
A place well known in dreams but standing quite
Beyond the outer rim of “every-day,”
Beyond the gates of night, the bars of dawn,
Where visions grow and this world fades away
And where, perhaps, at times, man is withdrawn—
There, to his heart’s desire, who shall say?
Through areas of longing he is borne.

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

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

  • Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Revisited ("It was beneath a waning moon when all the woods were sear")

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