English Poetry. Alice Meynell. In Sleep. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

In Sleep

I dreamt (no "dream" awake—a dream indeed)
A wrathful man was talking in the park:
"Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need
            And leave us in the dark?

"There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart
In God, no love"—his oratory here,
Taking the paupers' and the cripples' part,
            Was broken by a tear.

And then it seemed that One who did create
Compassion, who alone invented pity,
Walked, as though called, in at that north-east gate,
            Out from the muttering city;

Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass,
Bent o'er the speaker close, saw the tear rise,
And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass,
            In those impassioned eyes.

Alice Meynell’s other poems:

1. The Visiting Sea
2. The Young Neophyte
3. The Modern Mother
4. Messina, 1908
5. The Courts

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