Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)

Comrades

  "Oh, whither, whither, rider toward the west?"
    "And whither, whither, rider toward the east?"
  "I rode we ride upon the same high quest,
    Whereon who enters may not be released;

  "To seek the Cup whose form none ever saw,—
    A nobler form than e'er was shapen yet,
  Though million million cups without a flaw,
    Afire with gems, on princes' boards are set;

  "To seek the Wine whereof none ever had
    One draught, though many a generous wine flows free,—
  The spiritual blood that shall make glad
    The hearts of mighty men that are to be."

  "But shall one find it, brother? Where I ride,
    Men mock and stare, who never had the dream,
  Yet hope within my breast has never died."
    "Nor ever died in mine that trembling gleam."

  "Eastward, I deem: the sun and all good things
    Are born to bless us of the Orient old."
  "Westward, I deem: an untried ocean sings
    Against that coast, 'New shores await the bold.'"

  "God speed or thee or me, so coming men
    But have the Cup!" "God speed!"—Not once before
  Their eyes had met, nor ever met again,
    Yet were they loving comrades evermore.

Helen Gray Cone’s other poems:

  1. The Story of the “Orient”
  2. The Ride to the Lady
  3. The Glorious Company
  4. The House of Hate
  5. The Arrowmaker

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Comrades (“Down through the woods, along the way”)
  • Wilfred Gibson (Уилфрид Гибсон) Comrades (“AS I was marching in Flanders”)
  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Comrades (“I and my Soul are alone to-day”)




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