George William Russell (Джордж Уильям Расселл)

Echoes

THE MIGHT that shaped itself through storm and stress
In chaos, here is lulled in breathing sweet;
Under the long brown ridge in gentleness
Its fierce old pulses beat.

Quiet and sad we go at eve; the fire
That woke exultant in an earlier day
Is dead; the memories of old desire
Only in shadows play.

We liken love to this and that; our thought
The echo of a deeper being seems:
We kiss, because God once for beauty sought
Within a world of dreams.

1. The Place of Rest
2. Divine Visitation
3. Kinship
4. A Woman's Voice
5. Mistrust

Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Echoes ("Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope")

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