George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

To the Clouds

Through the unchanging heaven, as ye have sped,
Speed onward still, a strange wild company,
Fleet children of the waters! Glorious ye,
Whether the sun lift up his shining head,
High throned at noontide and established
Among the shifting pillars, or we see
The sable ghosts of air sleep mournfully
Against the sunlight, passionless and dead!
Take thus a glory, oh thou higher Sun,
From all the cloudy labour of man's hand-
Whether the quickening nations rise and run,
Or in the market-place we idly stand
Casting huge shadows over these thy plains-
Even thence, O God, draw thy rich gifts of rains. 

1. The Gospel Women. 8. The Widow with the Two Mites
2. A. M. D
3. To Garibaldi, with a Book
4. To S. F. S.
5. The Gospel Women. 6. The Woman whom Satan had bound

John Clare (Джон Клэр) To the Clouds ("O painted clouds! sweet beauties of the sky")

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