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Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу)


Fancy


O fancy, if thou flyest, come back anon,
Thy fluttering wings are soft as love's first word,
And fragrant as the feathers of that bird,
Which feeds upon the budded cinnamon.
I ask thee not to work, or sigh—play on,
From nought that was not, was, or is, deterred;
The flax that Old Fate spun thy flights have stirred,
And waved memorial grass of Marathon.
Play, but be gentle, not as on that day
I saw thee running down the rims of doom
With stars thou hadst been stealing—while they lay
Smothered in light and blue—clasped to thy breast;
Bring rather to me in the firelit room
A netted halcyon bird to sing of rest. 



Jean Ingelow's other poems:
  1. Seven Times One
  2. Regret
  3. Afterthought
  4. The Star's Monument
  5. The Beginning


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • John Keats (Джон Китс) Fancy ("Ever let the Fancy roam")
  • Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд) Fancy ("Thunder-palls through gorges trailing")

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