Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен)

The Doves

The house where I was born,
Where I was young and gay,
Grows old amid its corn,
Amid its scented hay.

Moan of the cushat dove,
In silence rich and deep;
The old head I love
Nods to its quiet sleep.

Where once were nine and ten
Now two keep house together;
The doves moan and complain
All day in the still weather.

What wind, bitter and great,
Has swept the country's face,
Altered, made desolate
The heart-remembered place ?

What wind, bitter and wild,
Has swept the towering trees
Beneath whose shade a child
Long since gathered heartease ?

Under the golden eaves
The house is still and sad,
As though it grieves and grieves
For many a lass and lad.

The cushat doves complain
All day in the still weather;
Where once were nine or ten
But two keep house together.

1. Any Mother
2. The Convent Garden
3. The Wind that Shakes the Barley
4. 'Mid the Piteous Heaps of Dead
5. His Footstep

William Cowper (Уильям Купер) The Doves ("Reasoning at every step he treads")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1768

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