Ralph Waldo Emerson (Ральф Уолдо Эмерсон)

Thine Eyes Still Shined

Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
  I lonely roved the land or sea:
As I behold yon evening star,
  Which yet beholds not me.

This morn I climbed the misty hill
  And roamed the pastures through;
How danced thy form before my path
  Amidst the deep-eyed dew!

When the redbird spread his sable wing,
  And showed his side of flame;
When the rosebud ripened to the rose,
  In both I read thy name.

1. Hermione
2. To Ellen
3. To Eva
4. The Rhodora
5. The Park

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