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Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин)


The Flight


UPON a cloud among the stars we stood.
The angel raised his hand and looked and said,
"Which world, of all yon starry myriad,
Shall we make wing to?" The still solitude
Became a harp whereon his voice and mood
Made spheral music round his haloed head.
I spake--for then I had not long been dead--
"Let me look round upon these vasts, and brood
A moment on these orbs ere I decide . . .
What is yon lower star that beauteous shines
And with soft splendor now incarnadines
Our wings--There would I go and there abide."
He smiled as one who some child's thought divines:
"That is the world where yesternight you died."




Lloyd Mifflin's other poems:
  1. To an Old Venetian Wine-Glass
  2. He Made the Night
  3. The Sovereigns
  4. To the Milkweed
  5. The Doors


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

  • Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Flight ("WHEN the grey geese heard the Fool’s tread")

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