Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)
The Chantry
A loyal lady young; a knight for honour slain: All beauty and all quiet sealed of old upon Their images that lie in coif and morion. A moment since, through rifts and pauses of the rain, The day shot in; the lancet window showered again Its moth-like play of silver, rose, and sapphire; shone What arms of warring duchies glorious, bygone: Lombardy, Desmond, Malta, suitored Aquitaine! The while, aloft in Art’s immortal summertide, Fair is the carven hostel, fortunate either guest, And men of moodier England pass, and hear outside Fury of toil alone, and fate’s diurnal storm, Hearts with the King of Saints, hearts beating light and warm! To these your courage give, that these attain your rest.
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