English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Ariadne Waking. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.

James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант)

Ariadne Waking

The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,
When Ariadne in her bower was waking;
Her eyelids still were closing, and she heard
But indistinctly yet a little bird,
That in the leaves o’erhead, waiting the sun,
Seemed answering another distant one.
She waked, but stirred not, only just to please
Her pillow-nestling cheek; while the full seas,
The birds, the leaves, the lulling love o’ernight
The happy thought of the returning light,
The sweet, self-willed content, conspired to keep
Her senses lingering in the feel of sleep;
And with a little smile she seemed to say,
“I know my love is near me, and ’tis day.”

James Henry Leigh Hunt’s other poems:

1. Robin Hood, a Child
2. A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret’s
3. To Robert Batty, M.D., on His Giving Me a Lock of Milton’s Hair
4. The Field of Battle
5. To a Child During Sickness

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