Arthur Davison Ficke (Артур Дэвисон Фикке)

Meeting

Gray-robed Wanderer in sleep . . . Wanderer . . .
You also move among
Those silent halls
Dim on the shore of the unsailed deep?
And your footfalls, yours also, Wanderer,
Faint through those twilight corridors have rung?

Of late my eyes have seen . . . Wanderer . . .
Amid the shadows' gloom
Of that sleep-girdled place
I should have known such joy could not have been
To see your face: and yet, Wanderer,
What hopes seem vain beneath the night in bloom?

Wearily I awake . . . Wanderer . . .
Your look of old despair,
Like a dying star,
In morning vanishes. But for all memories' sake,
Though you are far, tonight, O Wanderer,
Tonight come, though in silence, to the shadows there. . .

1. Opus 67
2. Among Shadows
3. Like Him Whose Spirit in the Blaze of Noon
4. Fate, with Devoted and Incessant Care
5. Poetry

George Crabbe (Джордж Крэбб) Meeting ("MY Damon was the first to wake")

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