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Stephen Phillips (Стивен Филлипс)


To a Lost Love


I cannot look upon thy grave,
Though there the rose is sweet:
Better to hear the long wave wash
These wastes about my feet!

Shall I take comfort? Dost thou live
A spirit, though afar,
With a deep hush about thee, like
The stillness round a star?

Oh, thou art cold! In that high sphere
Thou art a thing apart,
Losing in saner happiness
This madness of the heart.

And yet, at times, thou still shalt feel
A passing breath, a pain;
Disturb'd, as though a door in heaven
Had oped and closed again.

And thou shalt shiver, while the hymns,
The solemn hymns, shall cease;
A moment half remember me:
Then turn away to peace.

But oh, for evermore thy look,
Thy laugh, thy charm, thy tone,
Thy sweet and wayward earthliness,
Dear trivial things, are gone!

Therefore I look not on thy grave,
Though there the rose is sweet;
But rather hear the loud wave wash
These wastes about my feet. 



Stephen Phillips's other poems:
  1. Orestes
  2. The Shirker
  3. The Hush
  4. Beautiful Lie The Dead
  5. Ты после смерти, милая, живёшьO Thou Art Put To Many Uses, Sweet!


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

  • Ernest Dowson (Эрнест Доусон) To a Lost Love ("I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies")
  • Lewis Morris (Льюис Моррис) To a Lost Love ("COLD snowdrops which the shrinking new-born year")

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