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Thomas Buchanan Read (Томас Бьюкенен Рид)


Some Things Love Me


ALL within and all without me
  Feel a melancholy thrill;
And the darkness hangs about me,
  Oh, how still;
To my feet, the river glideth
  Through the shadow, sullen, dark;
On the stream the white moon rideth,
  Like a barque—
And the linden leans above me,
  Till I think some things there be
In the dreary world that love me,
  Even me!

Gentle buds are blooming near me,
  Shedding sweetest breath around;
Countless voices rise, to cheer me,
  From the ground;
And the lone bird comes—I hear it
  In the tall and windy pine
Pour the sadness of its spirit
  Into mine;
There it swings and sings above me,
  Till I think some things there be
In this dreary world that love me,
  Even me!

Now the moon hath floated to me,
  On the stream I see it sway,
Swinging, boat-like, as 't would woo me
  Far away—
And the stars bend from the azure,
  I could reach them where I lie,
And they whisper all the pleasure
  Of the sky.
There they hang and smile above me,
  Till I think some things there be
In the very heavens that love me,
  Even me!



Thomas Buchanan Read's other poems:
  1. Drifting
  2. Sheridan's Ride
  3. The Celestial Army
  4. The Angler
  5. Heart and Hearth


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