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George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) By the Sea Bright skies of summer o’er the deep, And soft salt air along the land, The blue wave, lisping in its sleep, Sinks gently on the yellow sand; And gray-winged seagulls slowly sweep O’er scattered bush and white-limbed tree Where the red cliffs like bastions stand To front the salvos of the sea, Now lulled by its own melody. Yonder the rising waters ride, O’er ironstone masses, celled and worn; There, gnarled and bent by wind and tide, A single mangrove stands forlorn, Alone in melancholy pride A symbol of the soul of man In Life’s wild surges tossed and torn, That yearns amid the battle’s van For the vast good it may not scan. Along this silent shining sand Come, brother of my heart, with me, Tho’ I have never felt thine hand And tho’ thine eyes I ne’er may see, Yet somewhere or by sea or land Thine heart and mine keep equal beat, And in Life’s strange eternity Responsive souls perchance may meet, And know each other ere they greet. Begone regret and carking care That to the murky world belong The chimes of earth and sea and air Ring softened here to elfin song. Come, friend of solitude, to where The low dark jetty meets the blaze Of sky and waters slumbering long, Here let us dream while ocean plays The mystic chants of golden days. George Essex Evans's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1364 |
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