James Russell Lowell (Джеймс Расселл Лоуэлл)

Song (Lift up the curtains of thine eyes)

                   I.

  Lift up the curtains of thine eyes
    And let their light outshine!
  Let me adore the mysteries
    Of those mild orbs of thine,
  Which ever queenly calm do roll,
  Attunèd to an ordered soul!


                  II.

  Open thy lips yet once again
    And, while my soul doth hush
  With awe, pour forth that holy strain
    Which seemeth me to gush,
  A fount of music, running o'er
  From thy deep spirit's inmost core!


                 III.

  The melody that dwells in thee
    Begets in me as well
  A spiritual harmony,
    A mild and blessèd spell;
  Far, far above earth's atmosphere
  I rise, whene'er thy voice I hear.

1. Fancies about a Rosebud, Pressed in an Old Copy of Spenser
2. Love-Song
3. So May It Be, But Let It Not Be So
4. I Saw a Gate: a Harsh Voice Spake and Said
5. O Child of Nature!

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