Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

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The evening darkens over
After a day so bright,
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.
There's sound of distant thunder.

The latest sea-birds hover
Along the cliff's sheer height;
As in the memory wander
Last flutterings of delight,
White wings lost on the white.

There's not a ship in sight;
And as the sun goes under,
Thick clouds conspire to cover
The moon that should rise yonder.
Thou art alone, fond lover. 

1. Shorter Poems. Book I. 4. (The cliff-top has a carpet)
2. Shorter Poems. Book I. 2. Elegy (The wood is bare)
3. Гвоздики у меня в саду • The Pinks Along My Garden Walks
4. The Palm Willow
5. January

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