Arthur Davison Ficke (Артур Дэвисон Фикке)

Serenade in Firelight

Sit here where I could touch your hand If that should be my sudden will:
Among the shadows where we wait
I shall not stir.

Sit here where I could feel your lips If they should breathe the faintest sound:
As the slow-moving midnight slips
I ask no speech.

Sit here where I could lay my head Wearily down upon your knees:
I shall sit upright as I watch
The tangled fire.

1. Among Shadows
2. Opus 67
3. I Am in Love with High Far-Seeing Places
4. The Three Sisters
5. Fate, with Devoted and Incessant Care

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1715

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