Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
The Creek
O cheerly, cheerly by the road And merrily down the billet; And where the acre-field is sowed With bristle-bearded millet. Then o'er a pebbled path that goes, Through vista and through dingle, Unto a farmstead's windowed rose, And roof of moss and shingle. O darkly, darkly through the bush, And dimly by the bowlder, Where cane and water-cress grow lush, And woodland wilds are older. Then o'er the cedared way that leads, Through burr and bramble-thickets, Unto a burial-ground of weeds Fenced in with broken pickets. Then sadly, sadly down the vale, And wearily through the rushes, Where sunlight of the noon is pale, And e'en the zephyr hushes. For oft her young face smiled upon My deeps here, willow-shaded; And oft with bare feet in the sun My shallows there she waded. No more beneath the twinkling leaves Shall stand the farmer's daughter! Sing softly past the cottage eaves, O memory-haunted water! No more shall bend her laughing face Above me where the rose is! Sigh softly past the burial-place, Where all her youth reposes!
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