Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Montserrat

Peace waits among the hills;
I have drunk peace,
Here, where the blue air fills
The great cup of the hills,
And fills with peace.

Between the earth and sky,
I have seen the earth
Like a dark cloud go by,
And fade out of the sky;
There was no more earth.

Here, where the Holy Graal
Brought secret light
Once, from beyond the veil,
I, seeing no Holy Graal,
See divine light.

Light fills the hills with God,
Wind with his breath,
And here, in his abode,
Light, wind, and air praise God,
And this poor breath. 

1. Serata Di Fiesta
2. Margery Of The Fens
3. In The Temple
4. Variations Upon Love
5. By The Pool Of The Third Rosses

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