Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)
A Forest Sunset
Once on a glorious and resplendent eve, Through copse and underwood my path I broke; The shining sun was on the point to leave, And flashed through thickets of the pine and oak; 'Twas sweet to see those vari-coloured rays Come pouring through the coverts silently; Through little fluttering loop-holes, set ablaze, Or blinkt, at will, by shifting of an eye; That evening's charms were rich and manifold, Beyond the reach of my best utterance; 'Twas some kind Providence, no common chance, Which made mine eyes wink at those wells of gold Sprung in the glooming leafage, while the dance Of wilding-boughs was pleasant to behold.
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