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Richard Chenevix Trench (Ричард Ченевикс Тренч)


The Herring-Fishers of Lochfyne


DEEM not these fishers idle, though by day
You hear the snatches of their lazy song,
And see them listlessly the sunlight long
Strew the curved beach of this indented bay:
So deemed I, till I viewed their trim array
Of boats last night,—a busy armament,
With sails as dark as ever Theseus bent
Upon his fatal rigging, take their way.
Rising betimes, I could not choose but look
For their return; and when along the lake
The morning mists were curling, saw them make
Homeward, returning toward their quiet nook,
With draggled nets down-hanging to the tide,
Weary, and leaning o’er their vessels’ side.



Richard Chenevix Trench's other poems:
  1. Sonnet to Silvio Pellico, on Reading the Account of His Imprisonment
  2. To the Same (Songs of deliverance compassed thee about)
  3. Lines
  4. To a Friend Entering the Ministry
  5. To Nicholas, Emperor of Russia


Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): Lakes (Lochs) (Озёра)

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