William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

In Hospital. 15. ‘The Chief’

His brow spreads large and placid, and his eye
Is deep and bright, with steady looks that still.
Soft lines of tranquil thought his face fulfill -
His face at once benign and proud and shy.
If envy scout, if ignorance deny,
His faultless patience, his unyielding will,
Beautiful gentleness and splendid skill,
Innumerable gratitudes reply.
His wise, rare smile is sweet with certainties,
And seems in all his patients to compel
Such love and faith as failure cannot quell.
We hold him for another Herakles,
Battling with custom, prejudice, disease,
As once the son of Zeus with Death and Hell.

1. In Hospital. 8. Staff-Nurse: Old Style
2. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas
3. London Voluntaries. 4. Largo e Mesto
4. Rhymes and Rhythms. 12. Some Starlit Garden Grey with Dew
5. Rhymes and Rhythms. 23. Here They Trysted, Here They Strayed

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1910

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