Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)
The Old Dial of Corpus
Warden of hours and ages, here I dwell, Who saw young Keble pass, with sighing shook For good unborn; and, towards a willow nook, Pole, princely in the senate and the cell; And doubting the near boom of Osney bell, Turning on me that sweetly subtile look, Erasmus, in his breast an Attic book: Peacemakers all, their dreams to ashes fell. Naught steadfast may I image nor attain Save steadfast labour; futile must I grope After my god, like him, inconstant bright. But sun and shade must unto you remain Alternately a symbol and a hope, Men, spirits! of Emmanuel your Light.
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