Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

Chloe

NIGHT wind sighing through the poplar leaves,
Trembling of the aspen, shivering of the willow,
Every leafy voice of all the night-time grieves,
Mourning, weeping over Chloe's pillow.

Chloe, fresher than the breeze of dawn,
Fairer than the larches in their young spring glory,
Brighter than the glow-worms on the dewy lawn,
Hear the dirge the green trees sing to end your story:--

"Chloe lived and Chloe loved: she brought new gladness,
Hope and life and all things good to all who met her;
Only, dying, wept to know the lifelong sadness
Willed, against her will, to those who can't forget her."

1. The Stolen God
2. Philosophy
3. The Vault
4. Saturday Song
5. Seed-Time and Harvest

Henry Lansdowne (Генри Ланздаун) Chloe ("Bright as the day, and like the morning fair")

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