Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)

“The Old Man of the Sea”

GRIEVOUS, in sooth, was luckless Sindbad's plight,
Saddled with that foul monster of the sea;
But who of some soul-harrowing weight is free?
And though we veil our woe from public sight,
Full many a weary day and dismal night,
It chafes our spirits sorely! Yet, for thee,
Whate'er, O friend, thy special grief may be,
Range thou against it all thy manhood's might.
Thus, though thou may'st not smite on brow or breast
That irksome incubus, be sure some day
The load that blights shall droop and fall away,
And thou, because of torture borne so well,
Shall pass from out thy long, malign unrest
And walk thy future paths invincible!

1. An Idle Poet, Dreaming in the Sun
2. A Phantom in the Clouds
3. Along the Path Thy Bleeding Feet Have Trod
4. Baby’s First Word
5. Too Oft the Poet in Elaborate Verse

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