English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Vision of the Archangels. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

The Vision of the Archangels

   Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world,
    Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky,
   Bearing, with quiet even steps, and great wings furled,
    A little dingy coffin; where a child must lie,
   It was so tiny.  (Yet, you had fancied, God could never
    Have bidden a child turn from the spring and the sunlight,
   And shut him in that lonely shell, to drop for ever
    Into the emptiness and silence, into the night. . . .)

   They then from the sheer summit cast, and watched it fall,
    Through unknown glooms, that frail black coffin -- and therein
    God's little pitiful Body lying, worn and thin,
   And curled up like some crumpled, lonely flower-petal --
   Till it was no more visible; then turned again
   With sorrowful quiet faces downward to the plain.

Rupert Chawner Brooke’s other poems:

1. The One Before the Last
2. The Way That Lovers Use
3. Song (The way of love was thus)
4. On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess
5. Fafaia

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