English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. Dreamland. Льюис Кэрролл.

Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл)

Dreamland

When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here, in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away. 

Lewis Carroll’s other poems:

1. Выборы в Совет Оксфордского университета • The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council
2. Пилигримлянин • The Wandering Burgess
3. Он прав, миляга! • What Tottles Meant
4. Покинутые парки • The Deserted Parks
5. Охота на Снарка. Трали-Врали в Восьми Финтах. Финт Шестой. Сон Балабола • The Hunting of the Snark. Fit the Sixth. The Barrister’s Dream

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