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William Gilmore Simms (Уильям Гилмор Симмс) The New Moon "BEND thy bow, Dian! shoot thy silver shaft Through the dark bosom of yon murky cloud, That, like a shroud, Hangs heavy o'er the dwelling of sweet night!" And the sky laugh'd, Even as I spake the words; and, in the west, The columns of her mansion shone out bright! A glory hung above Eve's visible brow, The maiden empress!--and she glided forth In beauty, looking down on the tranced earth, So fondly, that its rivulets below Gush'd out to hail her, as if then first blest With the soft motion of their voiceless birth. A sudden burst of brightness o'er me broke-- The rugged crags of the dull cloud were cleft By her sharp arrow, and the edges left,-- How sweetly wounded!--silver'd with the stroke; Thus making a fit pathway for her march Through the blue arch! William Gilmore Simms's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1189 |
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