Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд)

Hayeswater

A region desolate and wild.
Black, chafing water: and afloat,
And lonely as a truant child
In a waste wood, a single boat:
No mast, no sails are set thereon;
It moves, but never moveth on:
And welters like a human thing
Amid the wild waves weltering.

Behind, a buried vale doth sleep,
Far down the torrent cleaves its way:
In front the dumb rock rises steep,
A fretted wall of blue and grey;
Of shooting cliff and crumbled stone
With many a wild weed overgrown:
All else, black water: and afloat,
One rood from shore, that single boat. 

1. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse
2. Written in Emerson’s Essays
3. Religious Isolation
4. To the Duke of Wellington
5. To George Cruikshank

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