Charles Harpur (Чарльз Харпур)

The Tear

IT WAS a tale of passion that we read—
       Of two who loved, not happily, but well!
       And evermore her gentle breast did swell
Like a twin-billow,—for her feelings fed
Upon its rhythmic grief—and brimming shed
       Such dews of pity as can only fall
       From natures full of sweetness, when the pall
Of tragedy o’ershadows them with dread.
Then, as I looked, in her raised eye there stood
       A gem more excellent that ever shined
Within my spirit’s transcendental sphere,
And so embalmed its love with an immortal tear.

1. Wellington
2. Mary Arden
3. A Dream of the Orient
4. Greatness
5. Downward, through the Blooming Roofage

Richard Crashaw (Ричард Крэшо) The Tear ("What bright soft thing is this?")

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