English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Elegy. Энн Хантер.

Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Elegy

SIGH not, ye winds, as passing o'er
The chambers of the dead you fly;
Weep not, ye dews, for these no more
Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh.
Why mourn the throbbing heart at rest?
How still it lies within the breast!
Why mourn, since death presents us peace,
And in the grave our sorrows cease?
The shatter'd bark, from adverse winds,
Rest in this peaceful haven finds;
And, when the storms of life are past,
Hope drops her anchor here at last.
Sigh not, ye winds, as passing o'er
The chambers of the dead you fly;
Weep not, ye dews, for these no more
Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh.

Anne Hunter’s other poems:

1. Laura
2. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
3. To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death
4. Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies
5. Song 5. FAR, far from me my love is fled

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

Charlotte Smith (Шарлотта Смит) Elegy (“DARK gathering clouds involve the threatening skies”)

Aleister Crowley (Алистер Кроули) Elegy (“Here rests beneath this hospitable spot”)

Edna Millay (Эдна Миллей) Elegy (“Let them bury your big eyes”)

Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Elegy (“Too proud to die; broken and blind he died”)

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