English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. The Miserere. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.

Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу)

The Miserere

Not of the earth that music! all things fade;
Vanish the pictured walls! and, one by one,
The starry candles silently expire!

And now, O Jesus! round that silent cross
A moment's pause, a hush as of the grave.
Now rises slow a silver mist of sound,
And all the heavens break out in drops of grief;
A rain of sobbing sweetness, swelling, dying,
Voice into voice inweaving with sweet throbs,
And fluttering pulses of impassioned moan, —
Veiled voices, in whose wailing there is awe,
And mysteries of love and agony,
A yearning anguish of celestial souls,
A shiver as of wings trembling the air,
As if God's shining doves, his spotless birds,
Wailed with a nightingale's heart-break of grief,
In this their starless night, when for our sins
Their sun, their life, their love, hangs darkly there,
Like a slain lamb, bleeding his life away!

Harriet Beecher Stowe’s other poems:

1. Arrival in the Land of Freedom
2. Only a Year
3. In the Fair Garden of Celestial Peace
4. The Crocus
5. Knocking

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