Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Sanctuary

This is the bricklayer; hear the thud 
Of his heavy load dumped down on stone. 
His lustrous bricks are brighter than blood, 
His smoking mortar whiter than bone.

Set each sharp-edged, fire-bitten brick 
Straight by the plumb-line’s shivering length; 
Make my marvelous wall so thick 
Dead nor living may shake its strength.

Full as a crystal cup with drink 
Is my cell with dreams, and quiet, and cool. . . . 
Stop, old man! You must leave a chink; 
How can I breathe? You can’t, you fool!

1. Silver Filigree
2. The Fairy Goldsmith
3. Little Joke
4. Address to My Soul
5. Parting Gift

Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) Sanctuary ("Neighbour! for pity a hound cries on your steps")

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