Charles Warren Stoddard (Чарльз Уоррен Стоддард)

Exile

Under heavy eyelids lie
Glowing breadths of tropic sky;
A cloud-like incense in the west;
An isle upon the Ocean's breast;
Long, crested waves, that haste to reach
And perish on a snow-white beach.
A shining shallop, trim and frail,
Borne down upon a spicy gale;
Two lovers in the ocean vast—
Two lovers loving well at last
Within the shadow of the sail.

Under heavy eyelids creep
Fitful shadows fraught with sleep;
Subtle odors in the air
Pause and tremble everywhere;
Melancholy night-birds sing;
Fire-flies are on the wing;
Fragrant dells of turf and fern
Where the cactus blossoms burn;
Two lovers fleeing from the past—
Two lovers loving well at last
Shall never to the world return.

1. Albatross
2. Maiden Love
3. Bells of San Gabriel
4. The Royal Mummy to Bohemia
5. Invocation

Harold Crane (Харт Крейн) Exile ("My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands")

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