Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу)

Compensation

One launched a ship, but she was wrecked at sea;
He built a bridge, but floods have borne it down;
He meant much good, none came: strange destiny,
His corn lies sunk, his bridge bears none to town,
Yet good he had not meant became his crown;
For once at work, when even as nature free,
From thought of good he was, or of renown,
God took the work for good and let good be.
So wakened with a trembling after sleep,
Dread Mona Roa yields her fateful store;
All gleaming hot the scarlet rivers creep,
And fanned of great-leaved palms slip to the shore,
Then stolen to unplumbed wastes of that far deep,
Lay the foundations for one island more. 

1. Grand Is The Leisure Of The Earth
2. A Song in Three Parts
3. The Measureless Gulfs Of Air Are Full Of Thee
4. Requiescat In Pace!
5. Lovers at the Lake Side

Helen Cone (Хелен Коун) Compensation ("The brook ran laughing from the shade")

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