English Poetry. Edith Wharton. Patience. Эдит Уортон.

Edith Wharton (Эдит Уортон)

Patience

PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.

Not beautiful is she to eyes profane;
Silent and unrevealed her holy charms;
But, like a mother's, her serene, strong arms
Uphold my footsteps on the path of pain.

I long to cry, -- her soft voice whispers, 'Nay!'
I seek to fly, but she restrains my feet;
In wisdom stern, yet in compassion sweet,
She guides my helpless wanderings, day by day.

O my Beloved, life's golden visions fade,
And one by one life's phantom joys depart;
They leave a sudden darkness in the heart,
And patience fills their empty place instead. 

Edith Wharton’s other poems:

1. With the Tide
2. Chartres
3. Song (Come, for the leaf is alight)
4. Faun’s Song
5. A Failure

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

David Lawrence (Дэвид Лоуренс) Patience (“A wind comes from the north”)

Thomas Dekker (Томас Деккер) Patience (“Patience! why, ’tis the soul of peace”)

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Patience (“Be patient with you?”)

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