Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун)

Salve!

TO live within a cave--it is most good;
   But, if God make a day,
   And some one come, and say,
'Lo! I have gather'd faggots in the wood!'
   E'en let him stay,
And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood!

So sit till morning! when the light is grown
   That he the path can read,
   Then bid the man God-speed!
His morning is not thine: yet must thou own
They have a cheerful warmth--those ashes on the stone. 

1. Braddan Vicarage
2. Specula
3. Ibant Obscuræ
4. Land, Ho!
5. Disguises

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1891

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