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Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)


'Twas the dream of a God,
And the mould of His hand,
That you shook 'neath His stroke,
That you trembled and broke

To this beautiful land.
Here He loosed from His hold
A brown tumult of wings,
Till the wind on the sea

Bore the strange melody
Of an island that sings.
He made you all fair,
You in purple and gold,

You in silver and green,
Till no eye that has seen
Without love can behold.
I have left you behind

In the path of the past,
With the white breath of flowers,
With the best of God's hours,
I have left you at last.

Dora Sigerson Shorter's other poems:
  1. A Bird from the West
  2. The Fairy Changeling
  3. A Vagrant Heart
  4. A Weeping Cupid
  5. For Ever

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж) Ireland ("I called you by sweet names by wood and linn")
  • William Watson (Уильям Уотсон) Ireland ("In the wild and lurid desert, in the thunder-travelled ways")
  • Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Ireland ("Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland")

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