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Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд)


Song The Third


Storm in his blackness forth
Hangs on the suffering north.
Wide go his wings, away he springs,
Far back the tumult of his hair he flings,
The winds are in his roaring wings.
Tearing through forests, making gulfs of night,
Rushes the tyrannous Might.

The secret of the April bud
Bursts to the dewy liquor sweet.
Old men come forth to warm their blood,
And chirp upon the sunny seat.

Black shadows sail. Lights flash in turn:
What lustre on yon showery sea!
On every leaf of every tree
Drops of molten glory burn.

The Autumn eve, so warm and golden,
Lies on the hamlet quaint and olden,
Quaint and quiet. Crofts of wheat
Strength and Youth are yonder reaping;
Age at her door, babes at her feet,
Half is spinning, half is sleeping. 



Thomas Aird's other poems:
  1. The Holy Cottage
  2. Song The Twelfth
  3. Wash The Feet Of Poor Old Age
  4. Song Of Time And Man
  5. Song The Fifth


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