Christopher Pearse Cranch (Кристофер Пирс Крэнч)

Sonnet 1. THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers

THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers;
The Autumn passes with its solemn sky;
The Winter comes again — yet you and I
Know not the old companionship once ours.
The twilight mist between us hangs and lowers;
Your face I see not — voice I cannot hear.
No letter tells me you in thought are near.
The west-wind blows and sweeps away the showers,
But from the west no whisper comes of you.
Friends press around you in your distant home —
(Your distant home I never yet have seen,)
And old familiar greetings still renew;
While I with fancy's eyes alone can come
And peep unnoted there behind your screen.

1. A Word to Philosophers
2. Sonnet 12. The Ocean Steamer
3. Sonnet 23. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony
4. Sonnet 7. THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away
5. Sonnet 16. The Microscope

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