Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)
April in Govilon
Slowly, slowly darken Primrose and pimpernel; Heather of the rock, a-shake On delicious air; Slanted seas of spreading grass, (Green glow and tidal swell,) Under wind and pausing light how variably fair! Larks from heaven descending Hush; not a cloud-shadow, Where so late the romping lambs Chased it, in a ring; High along a little wood Quick rain-sparkles go; Blorenge walls the faëry world: the sole substantial thing. April in Govilon, Filled with a bright heart-break; Evenfall on dying wing, Swanlike and supreme! Soon, unheard, the Hyades Run up the hills to take Seven lamps, and trail the seven all night in Isca stream.
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