Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)

Saint Florent-le-Vieil

THE spacious open vale, the vale of doom,
Is full of autumn sunset; blue and strong
The semicirque of water sweeps among
Her lofty acres, each a martyr’s tomb;
And slowly, slowly, melt into the gloom
Two little idling clouds, that look for long
Like roseleaf bodies of two babes in song
Correggio left to flush a convent room.

Dear hill deflowered in the frantic war!
In my day, rather, have I seen thee blest
With pastoral roofs to break the darker crest
Of apple-woods by many-islèd Loire,
And fires that still suffuse the lower west,
Blanching the beauty of thine evening star.

1. The Vigil-at-Arms
2. Strikers in Hyde Park
3. For Izaak Walton
4. When on the Marge of Evening
5. The Japanese Anemone

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