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Edwin Arnold (Эдвин Арнольд)


Rapt she stood!
Beautiful-but so very,-very still,
That but for some light quivering of her lip,
And the quick tremble of her lifted eye,
She might have been of stone. The very wind
Seemed silent in her sorrow, and stirred not
One of the golden locks that, like a glory,
Circled her angel face. Her soft, blue eye
Was fixed on vacancy, and nothing saw,
Or nothing heeded. From her parted lips
(Lips for a God to worship) the warm breath
Came fast and tremulous, and her bosom fell
And rose and fell again, like a sea-wave
When the storm wakes it from its sleep. The blood
Left its sweet home upon her virgin cheek,
To tremble to the heart; through all her being
The fearful pang-the untold agony
Of the wild death-dread ran.

It passed-she seemed
All her sweet self again-a Grecian Princess;
And with a quiet step and tearless eye,
And a proud sorrow that she might not hide,
To die so young:-she moved to Dian's shrine,
Spotless and fair as Dian. 

Edwin Arnold's other poems:
  1. The Rhine and The Moselle
  2. The Division of Poland
  3. With a Bracelet in the Form of a Snake
  4. The Falcon-Feast
  5. The Eygptian Princess

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