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Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон)


Regrets For Childhood


I.

It is not that our earlier Heaven
Escapes its April showers,
Or that to childhood's heart is given
No snake amidst the flowers.
Ah! twined with grief
Each brightest leaf,
That's wreath'd us by the Hours!
Young though we be, the Past may sting,
The present feed its sorrow;
But hope shines bright on every thing
That waits us with the morrow.
Like sun-lit glades,
The dimmest shades
Some rosy beam can borrow.

II.

It is not that our later years
Of cares are woven wholly,
But smiles less swiftly chase the tears,
And wounds are healed more slowly.
And Memory's vow
To lost ones now,
Makes joys too bright, unholy.
And ever fled the Iris bow
That smiled when clouds were o'er us.
If storms should burst, uncheered we go,
A drearier waste before us-
And with the toys
Of childish joys,
We've broke the staff that bore us! 



Edward Bulwer-Lytton's other poems:
  1. Bacchic Hymns To The Image Of Death
  2. The Funeral Dirge
  3. Trevylyan To Gertrude
  4. The Song Of Glaucus
  5. The Evening Hymn Of The Hours


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