Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор))

The Revelation

An idle poet, here and there,
Looks around him; but, for all the rest,
The world, unfathomably fair,
Is duller than a witling's jest.
Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;
They lift their heavy lids, and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach,
They read with joy, then shut the book.
And some give thanks, and some blaspheme
And most forget; but, either way,
That and the Child's unheeded dream
Is all the light of all their day. 

1. The Rosy Bosom’d Hours
2. If I Were Dead
3. Semele
4. Unthrift
5. The Yew-Berry

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