George Rostrevor Hamilton (Джордж Ростревор Гамильтон)

Walls

Where a stone path between high walls
Rings each day to my dull footfalls,
A vine with overhanging spray
Close-bordering gardens does betray.
So likewise treads my walled-in thought
Dull ways of habit, guessing nought
Of how the curves go close along
To Beauty's wine and light and song.

1. To Fighter Airmen
2. Tugs
3. The Idol
4. Fog
5. A Cross in Flanders

Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) Walls ("Free to all souls the hidden beauty calls")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1739

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