Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

Ruth

She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.


On her cheek an autumn flush,
Deeply ripen’d;—such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.


Round her eyes her tresses fell,
Which were blackest none could tell,
But long lashes veil’d a light,
That had else been all too bright.


And her hat, with shady brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim;
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:—


Sure, I said, Heav’n did not mean,
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean,
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home. 

1. Written in Keats' “Endymion”
2. The Poet's Portion
3. Sonnet on Receiving a Gift
4. The World Is with Me
5. Ballad (Spring it is cheery)

William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Ruth ("When Ruth was left half desolate") 1800

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