Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Wapentake

      To Alfred Tennyson 

Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine;
  Not as a knight, who on the listed field
  Of tourney touched his adversary's shield
  In token of defiance, but in sign
Of homage to the mastery, which is thine,
  In English song; nor will I keep concealed,
  And voiceless as a rivulet frost-congealed,
  My admiration for thy verse divine.
Not of the howling dervishes of song,
  Who craze the brain with their delirious dance,
  Art thou, O sweet historian of the heart!
Therefore to thee the laurel-leaves belong,
  To thee our love and our allegiance,
  For thy allegiance to the poet's art. 

1. To the River Rhone
2. To the River Yvette
3. The Crew of the Long Serpent
4. Oliver Basselin
5. The Warden of the Cinque Ports

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