Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер)

A Song of the Future

Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o’er the drowned Past,
Fly glittering through the sun’s strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea
With news about the Future scent the sea:
My brain is beating like the heart of Haste:
I’ll loose me a bird upon this Present waste;
Go, trembling song,
And stay not long; oh, stay not long:
Thou’rt only a gray and sober dove,
But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.

1. The Stirrup-Cup
2. Clover
3. The Revenge of Hamish
4. The Tournament
5. Thar’s More in the Man Than Thar Is in the Land

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