English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. A Song. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

A Song

It means so little to you
To sing a note as you pass,
To smile your thanks to the day
For donning its cloudless blue
And then to go your way,
And leave behind in the grass
The print of your little shoe
Or a petal dropt from your rose
And your touch on the vine that grows
Over my cottage door:
It is nothing at all to you.

But to me, it is alms to the poor,
And the light of day to the blind,
And hope to the desolate;
Though you never have once glanced through
The window where, half-defined,
Half-hidden, I watch and wait--
For it means so little to you.

Eleanor Farjeon’s other poems:

1. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
2. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
3. Sonnets. 8. Wilt thou put seals on love because men say
4. Sonnets. 3. Once, Love, be prodigal, nor look hereafter
5. Sonnets. 2. O Spare Me from the Hand of Niggard Love

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

Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) A Song (“The Shape alone let others prize”)

William Davenant (Уильям Давенант) A Song (“O thou that sleep’st like pig in straw”)

Edwin Arnold (Эдвин Арнольд) A Song (“Once — and only once — you gave”)

Robert Binyon (Роберт Биньон) A Song (“For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth”)

Richard Crashaw (Ричард Крэшо) A Song (“Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace”)

Oliver Holmes (Оливер Холмс) A Song (“WHEN the Puritans came over”)

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