Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
When I see two delay their wings at heaven To scan the creeping audience of the earth, I think the angelic hosts of life must even Break into tears of fire or furious mirth, That ever spirits nearly perfected Should count the cost of knowing themselves sublime, Setting the measurable years in dread Against their single flash of measureless time. So issues strange to nature are debated, Woven in nets and beaten into bars, While nature’s issue stands unconsummated Upon the very boundary of the stars; And souls whose unity had been divine Sundered shrink back from God’s to man’s design.
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