William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

From a Window in Princes Street

             To M. M. M‘B.

Above the Crags that fade and gloom
Starts the bare knee of Arthur's Seat;
Ridged high against the evening bloom,
The Old Town rises, street on street;
With lamps bejewelled, straight ahead,
Like rampired walls the houses lean,
All spired and domed and turreted,
Sheer to the valley's darkling green;
Ranged in mysterious disarray,
The Castle, menacing and austere,
Looms through the lingering last of day;
And in the silver dusk you hear,
Reverberated from crag and scar,
Bold bugles blowing points of war. 

1. In Hospital. 8. Staff-Nurse: Old Style
2. The Gods are Dead
3. In Hospital. 18. Children: Private Ward
4. Beside the Idle Summer Sea
5. In Hospital. 7. Vigil

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