Walter John De la Mare (Уолтер Джон Де ла Мар)

In Vain

I knocked upon thy door ajar,
While yet the woods with buds were grey;
Nought but a little child I heard
    Warbling at break of day.

I knocked when June had lured her rose
To mask the sharpness of its thorn;
Knocked yet again, heard only yet
    Thee singing of the morn.

The frail convolvulus had wreathed
Its cup, but the faint flush of eve
Lingered upon thy Western wall;
    Thou hadst no word to give.

Once yet I came; the winter stars
Above thy house wheeled wildly bright;
Footsore I stood before thy door—
    Wide open into night.

1. Napoleon
2. Vain Finding
3. The Universe
4. The Birthnight: to F.
5. England

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) In Vain ("The artist looks down on his canvass") 1871

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