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James Russell Lowell (Джеймс Расселл Лоуэлл)

Something Natural


    When first I saw thy soul-deep eyes,
  My heart yearned to thee instantly,
  Strange longing in my soul did rise;
  I cannot tell the reason why,
  But I must love thee till I die.


    The sight of thee hath well-nigh grown
  As needful to me as the light;
  I am unrestful when alone,
  And my heart doth not beat aright
  Except it dwell within thy sight.


    And yet--and yet--O selfish love!
  I am not happy even with thee;
  I see thee in thy brightness move,
  And cannot well contented be,
  Save thou should'st shine alone for me.


    We should love beauty even as flowers--
  For all, 'tis said, they bud and blow,
  They are the world's as well as ours--
  But thou--alas! God made thee grow
  So fair, I cannot love thee so!

James Russell Lowell's other poems:
  1. The Lover
  2. The Lost Child
  3. “Goe, Little Booke!“
  4. Song (O! I must look on that sweet face once more before I die)
  5. Song (All things are sad)

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