Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)
On the Same (continued)
Is this the end? Is this the pilgrim’s day For dread, for dereliction, and for tears? Rather, from grass and air and many spheres, In prophecy his spirit sinks away; And under English eaves, more still than they, Far-off, incoming, wonderful, he hears The long-arrested, the believing years Carry the sea-wall! Shall he, sighing, say: “Farewell to Faith, for she is dead at best Who had such beauty”? or, with kisses lain For witness on her darkened doors, go by With a new psalm: “O banished light so nigh! Of them was I, who bore thee and who blest: Even here remember me when thou shalt reign.”
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