English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. The Pilgrims. Джон Ванс Чини.

John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини)

The Pilgrims

"WHITHER, pilgrims, whither bound,
Passing slowly with no sound?"
One by one they journey by,
Gliding, gliding silently;
Slowly, slowly, dim and gray,
Hold they on their ghostly way.
 
"Hither, children, making May
Of the solemn autumn day,
Who were they but now went by
While the dead weeds gave a sigh?
Who the pilgrims, dim and gray,
Stopped and looked upon your play?"
 
"We have wandered many hours
Here where some one hides the flowers;
We heard laughter in the grass,
But we saw no pilgrim pass."
Whispers one, — pale-cheeked is she,—
"Shapes went by; they beckoned me."

John Vance Cheney’s other poems:

1. Somewhere
2. Look up
3. Coyote
4. Wherever a Green Blade Looks up
5. Great Is To-Day

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

Algernon Swinburne (Алджернон Суинбёрн) The Pilgrims (“Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass”)

John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Pilgrims (“An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers”)

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