Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)

Fog

Like bodiless water passing in a sigh,
Through palsied streets the fatal shadows flow,
And in their sharp disastrous undertow
Suck in the morning sun, and all the sky.
The towery vista sinks upon the eye,
As if it heard the horns of Jericho,
Black and dissolved; nor could the founders know
How what was built so bright should daily die.
Thy mood with man’s is broken and blent in,
City of Stains! and ache of thought doth drown
The generous light in which thy life began.
Great as thy dole is, smirchèd with his sin,
Greater and elder yet the love of man
Full in thy look, though the dark visor’s down.

1. Of Joan’s Youth
2. Spring Nightfall
3. The Vigil-at-Arms
4. A Friend’s Song for Simoisius
5. Florentin

George Hamilton (Джордж Гамильтон) Fog ("Ten paces round me solid earth stretches")

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