Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)
About the house go terrible winds in flight, Out of the hiss and wash of sleepless seas Half-drowning voices scream wild messages Into the hungry belly of the night, And icy-breasted clouds conceal the white Souls of the stars, and in their bosoms freeze The citadel of the moon, to whom gaunt trees Stretch desperate arms that seem to pray for light. Even so in me the elemental war Strives fiercely to obliterate the heights, And while the faint flesh staggers up the steeps The naked spirit cries upon its star That somewhere dwells among the eternal lights Beyond this dreadful battle of the deeps.
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