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Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл)


The Son thou sentest forth is now a Thought-
A Dream. To all but thee he is as nought
As if he had gone back into the same
Bosom that bare him. Oh, thou grey pale Dame,
With eyes so wan and wide, what! knowest thou where
Thy Dream is such a thing as doth up-bear
The earth out of its wormy place? I' the air
Dost see the very fashion of the stone
That hath his face for clay? Deep, deep, hast found
The texture of that single weight of ground
Which to each mole and mark that thou hast known
Is special burden? Nay, her face is mild
And sweet. In Heaven the evening star is fair,
And there the mother looketh for her child. 

Sydney Thompson Dobell's other poems:
  1. On Receiving a Book from Dante Rossetti
  2. The Olive
  3. The Army Surgeon
  4. A Statesman
  5. On the Death of Mrs. Browning

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Edgar Guest (Эдгар Гест) Childless ("If certain folks that I know well")

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