English Poetry. George MacDonald. To June. Джордж Макдональд.

George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

To June

Ah, truant, thou art here again, I see!
For in a season of such wretched weather
I thought that thou hadst left us altogether,
Although I could not choose but fancy thee
Skulking about the hill-tops, whence the glee
Of thy blue laughter peeped at times, or rather
Thy bashful awkwardness, as doubtful whether
Thou shouldst be seen in such a company
Of ugly runaways, unshapely heaps
Of ruffian vapour, broken from restraint
Of their slim prison in the ocean deeps.
But yet I may not chide: fall to thy books-
Fall to immediately without complaint-
There they are lying, hills and vales and brooks. 

George MacDonald’s other poems:

1. Born of Water
2. Mary Magdalene
3. Blind Bartimeus
4. A Father to a Mother
5. No Sign

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