Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
Bubbles
As I went through the wood, the wood, Through fern and pimpernel, A water fell, a water stood, Twinkling within a dell, And Naiad fancies, gleaming, hung Like bubbles there the moss among. And as I sat beside the fall And watched a rainbow beam, There rose a dream, a spirit tall, Out of the woodland stream: Bright, prismed bubbles in her hair, She rose and smiled upon me there. But as I gazed at her and gazed, Dim bubbles grew her eyes; And frail of dyes her body raised, And'vanished in the skies: And with the spirit went my dream A rainbow bubble of the stream.
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