Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)
In a London Street
Though sea and mount have beauty, and this but what it can, Thrice fairer than their life the life here battling in the van, The tragic gleam, the mist and grime, The dread endearing stain of time, The sullied heart of man. Mine is the clotted sunshine, a bubble in the sky, That where it dare not enter, steals in shrouded passion by; And mine the saffron river-sails, And every plane-tree that avails To rest an urban eye; The bells, the dripping gables, the tavern’s corner glare The cabs in firefly dartings, the barrel-organ’s air, Where one by one, or two by two, The hatless babes are dancing through The gutters of the square. Not on Sicilian headlands of song and old desire, My spirit chose her pleasure-house, but in the London mire: Long, long alone she loves to pace, And find a music in the place As in a minster choir. O deeds of awe and rapture! O names of legendry! Still is it most of joy within your altered pale to be, Whose very ills I fain would slake, Mine angels are, and help to make In hell, a heaven for me.
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