William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

Attadale, West Highlands

                 To A. J.

A black and glassy float, opaque and still,
The loch, at furthest ebb supine in sleep,
Reversing, mirrored in its luminous deep
The calm grey skies; the solemn spurs of hill;
Heather, and corn, and wisps of loitering haze;
The wee white cots, black-hatted, plumed with smoke;
The braes beyond—and when the ripple awoke,
They wavered with the jarred and wavering glaze.
The air was hushed and dreamy.  Evermore
A noise of running water whispered near.
A straggling crow called high and thin.  A bird
Trilled from the birch-leaves.  Round the shingled shore,
Yellow with weed, there wandered, vague and clear,
Strange vowels, mysterious gutturals, idly heard.

1. London Voluntaries. 5. Allegro Maëstoso
2. In Hospital. 3. Interior
3. In Hospital. 10. Staff-Nurse: New Style
4. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas
5. Rhymes and Rhythms. 23. Here They Trysted, Here They Strayed

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