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

Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл)

Sunday

NOT a dread cavern, hoar with damp and mould,
Where I must creep, and in the dark and cold,
Offer some awful incense at a shrine
That hath no more divine
Than that 't is, far from life, and stern, and old;

But a bright hill-top in the breezy air,
Full of the morning freshness high and clear,
Where I may climb and drink the pure, new day,
And see where winds away
The path that God would send me, shining fair.

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):

George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Sunday (“O day most calm, most bright”)

George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд) Sunday (“A dim, vague shrinking haunts my soul”)

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