Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

To the Avon

Flow on, sweet river! like his verse
Who lies beneath this sculptured hearse;
Nor wait beside the churchyard wall
For him who cannot hear thy call. 

Thy playmate once; I see him now
A boy with sunshine on his brow,
And hear in Stratford's quiet street
The patter of his little feet. 

I see him by thy shallow edge
Wading knee-deep amid the sedge;
And lost in thought, as if thy stream
Were the swift river of a dream. 

He wonders whitherward it flows;
And fain would follow where it goes,
To the wide world, that shall erelong
Be filled with his melodious song. 

Flow on, fair stream!  That dream is o'er;
He stands upon another shore;
A vaster river near him flows,
And still he follows where it goes. 

1. Thangbrand the Priest
2. Einar Tamberskelver
3. King Trisanku
4. The Four Princesses at Wilna
5. The Warden of the Cinque Ports

Anonymous ( Неизвестный автор) To the Avon ("FLOW on, sweet river! like his verse")

Темы стихотворения (Poem Themes): Rivers (Реки), Avon (Эйвон), Rivers of England (Реки Англии)

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1480

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