Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)

To the Gossamer-Light

Quick gleam! that ridest on the gossamer!
How oft I see thee, with thy wavering lance,
Tilt at the midges in their evening dance,
A gentle joust set on by summer air!
How oft I watch thee from my garden-chair!
And, failing that, I search the lawns and bowers,
To find thee floating o'er the fruits and flowers,
And doing thy sweet work in silence there:
Thou art the poet's darling, ever sought
In the fair garden or the breezy mead;
The wind dismounts thee not; thy bouyant thread
Is as the sonnet, poising one bright thought,
That moves but does not vanish! borne along
Like light,--a golden drift through all the song!

1. The Lattice at Sunrise
2. Mary Queen of Scots
3. The Seaside: In and out of Season
4. On the Eclipse of the Moon of October 1865
5. Calvus to a Fly

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