Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт)

The Ideal

Let your soul grow a thing apart,
  Untroubled by the restless day,
Sublimed by some unconscious art,
  Controlled by some divine delay.

For life is greater than they think,
  Who fret along its shallow bars:
Swing out the boom to float or sink
  And front the ocean and the stars.

1. An Impromptu
2. The River Town
3. At Les Eboulements
4. Meditation at Perugia
5. The November Pansy

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