English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Alone. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.

Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл)

Alone

STILL earth turns and pulses stir,
And each day hath its deed;
But if I be dead to her,
What is the life I lead?

Cares the cuckoo for the wood,
When the red leaves are down?
Stays the robin near the brood,
When they are fledged and flown?

Yea, we live; the common air
To both its bounty brings.
Mockery! Can the absent share
The half-forgotten things?

Barren comfort fancy doles
To him that truly sees;
Sullen Earth can sever souls,
Far as the Pleiades.

Take thy toys, step-mother Earth,—
Take force of limb and brain;
All thy gifts are little worth,
Till her I find again.

Grass may spring and buds may stir,—
Why should mine eyes take heed?
For if I be dead to her,
Then am I dead indeed.

Edward Rowland Sill’s other poems:

1. Summer Rain
2. Appreciated
3. Night and Peace
4. Among the Redwoods
5. Hermione

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

Sydney Dobell (Сидней Добелл) Alone (“There came to me softly a small wind from the sea”)

Lewis Morris (Льюис Моррис) Alone (“WHAT shall it profit a man”)

Edgar Poe (Эдгар По) Alone (“From childhood’s hour I have not been”)

Ambrose Bierce (Амброз Бирс) Alone (“IN contact, lo! the flint and steel”)

James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Alone (“The noon’s greygolden meshes make”)

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