Emily Jane Pfeiffer (Эмили Джейн Пфайффер)
A Protest
This is the sabbath season of the year,
When summer silence falleth on the earth, —
When truce hath come to husbandry and mirth,
To mower's scythe and wanton wood-notes clear.
The world is still, as if with holy fear,
And from its heart, through lily-bell and rose,
A stream of incense rises up, and flows
God wards with soft repinings for his ear.
And I would with the sabbath world take rest,
Could breathe my life out with the summer's sigh;
Could lay it at God's feet if, dispossest,
My soul might feed new life as glad as high;
But of no dweller on this earth unblest, —
This fair, lost world, where mortals love and die!
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