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Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут)


Though the long seasons seem to separate
Sower and reaper or deeds dreamed and done,
Yet when a man reaches the Ivory Gate
Labor and life and seed and corn are one.

Because thou art the doer and the deed,
Because thou art the thinker and the thought,
Because thou art the helper and the need,
And the cold doubt that brings all things to naught,

Therefore in every gracious form and shape
The world's dear open secret shalt thou find,
From the One Beauty there is no escape
Nor from the sunshine of the Eternal Mind.

The patient laborer, with guesses dim,
Follows this wisdom to its secret goal.
He knows all deeds and dreams exist in him,
And all men's God in every human soul. 

Eva Gore-Booth's other poems:
  1. The Waves of Breffny
  2. Walls

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

  • John Newton (Джон Ньютон) Harvest ("See! the corn again in ear!")

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