English Poetry. John Bunyan. Of the Going down of the Sun. Джон Баньян.

John Bunyan (Джон Баньян)

Of the Going down of the Sun

What, hast thou run thy race, art going down?
Thou seemest angry, why dost on us frown?
Yea, wrap thy head with clouds and hide thy face,
As threatening to withdraw from us thy grace?
O leave us not! When once thou hid'st thy head,
Our horizon with darkness will be spread.
Tell who hath thee offended, turn again.
Alas! too late, intreaties are in vain.

Comparison.

Our gospel has had here a summer's day,
But in its sunshine we, like fools, did play;
Or else fall out, and with each other wrangle,
And did, instead of work, not much but jangle.
And if our sun seems angry, hides his face,
Shall it go down, shall night possess this place?
Let not the voice of night birds us afflict,
And of our misspent summer us convict.

John Bunyan’s other poems:

1. Upon the Thief
2. Upon a Snail
3. Of the Boy and the Butterfly
4. Upon Fire
5. To the Reader

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