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Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)


In Sleep


I dreamt (no "dream" awake—a dream indeed)
A wrathful man was talking in the park:
"Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need
            And leave us in the dark?

"There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart
In God, no love"—his oratory here,
Taking the paupers' and the cripples' part,
            Was broken by a tear.

And then it seemed that One who did create
Compassion, who alone invented pity,
Walked, as though called, in at that north-east gate,
            Out from the muttering city;

Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass,
Bent o'er the speaker close, saw the tear rise,
And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass,
            In those impassioned eyes.



Alice Meynell's other poems:
  1. A Poet's Wife
  2. Time's Reversals
  3. To Any Poet
  4. In Honour of America, 1917
  5. Christmas Night


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