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George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)


Born of Water


Methought I stood among the stars alone,
Watching a grey parched orb which onward flew
Half blinded by the dusty winds that blew,
Empty as Death and barren as a stone,
The pleasant sound of water all unknown!
When, as I looked in wonderment, there grew,
High in the air above, a drop of dew,
Which, gathering slowly through long cycles, shone
Like a great tear; and then at last it fell
Clasping the orb, which drank it greedily,
With a delicious noise and upward swell
Of sweet cool joy that tossed me like a sea;
And then the thick life sprang as from a grave,
With trees, flowers, boats upon the bounding wave! 



George MacDonald's other poems:
  1. The Gospel Women. 16. The Woman That Was a Sinner
  2. The Gospel Women. 3. The Mother of Zebedee's Children
  3. The Gospel Women. 13. The Woman in the Temple
  4. The Gospel Women. 7. The Woman Who Came behind Him in the Crowd
  5. The Gospel Women. 1. The Mother Mary


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