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Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)


Winter Boughs


HOW tender and how slow, in sunset’s cheer,
Far on the hill, our quiet treetops fade!
A broidery of northern seaweed, laid
Long in a book, were scarce more fine and clear.
Frost, and sad light, and windless atmosphere
Have breathed on them, and of their frailties made
Beauty more sweet than summer’s builded shade,
Whose green domes fall, to bring this wonder here.
O ye forgetting and outliving boughs,
With not a plume, gay in the jousts before,
Left for the Archer! so, in evening’s eye,
So stilled, so lifted, let your lover die,
Set in the upper calm no voices rouse,
Stript, meek, withdrawn, against the heavenly door.



Louise Imogen Guiney's other poems:
  1. Of Joan’s Youth
  2. The Vigil-at-Arms
  3. Spring Nightfall
  4. Florentin
  5. Friendship Broken


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