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Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)


The Treasure


             Three times have I beheld
Fear leap in a babe's face, and take his breath,
            Fear, like the fear of eld
That knows the price of life, the name of death.

            What is it justifies
This thing, this dread, this fright that has no tongue,
            The terror in those eyes
When only eyes can speak—they are so young?

            Not yet those eyes had wept.
What does fear cherish that it locks so well?
            What fortress is thus kept?
Of what is ignorant terror sentinel?

            And pain in the poor child,
Monstrously disproportionate, and dumb
            In the poor beast, and wild
In the old decorous man, caught, overcome?

            Of what the outposts these?
Of what the fighting guardians? What demands
            That sense of menaces,
And then such flying feet, imploring hands?

            Life: There's nought else to seek;
Life only, little prized; but by design
            Of nature prized. How weak,
How sad, how brief! O how divine, divine!



Alice Meynell's other poems:
  1. In Sleep
  2. The Laws of Verse
  3. The Moon to the Sun
  4. “I Am the Way”
  5. To Sylvia


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Rupert Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Treasure ("When colour goes home into the eyes")

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