Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон)
Love’s Empty House
O thou long-silent, solitary house, Where Love once came and went with joyous cries, Or lingered long, sighing as Summer sighs When Autumn's breath begins her fear to rouse With fierce caress that shall make bare her boughs Her tender boughs, and all her beauty's prize Deliver, faded, to the winds that rise And rend her crown from her dishonored brows!-- O solitary house! thine open door Again shall welcome sweet Love's wingèd tread His eyes shall light thee, as they lit of yore In days when Love and Joy were newly wed; He shall return with myrtle round his head, And fill thy halls with music as before.
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