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Arthur Henry Adams (Артур Генри Адамс) On the Sands ALL the air was tranced and the sea was stilled, And we stood and dreamed of a world to be. When it seemed to me that our souls were thrilled With a sudden sympathy. My life's long riddle at last I read, And the spirit-face I had sought I knew; All the Past's far years to this hour had led On the sands alone with you! And you — you thought that the skies were fair. And such twilight peace you had seldom known; And you never guessed that a soul was there That hungered for your own! You never knew — there was just the lack Of a passioned look that would thrill me through, But the night swept down, with its shroud of black, And you never, never knew! Arthur Henry Adams's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1205 |
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