Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)
The New Day. Part 1. 4. Hesitation
(A PORTRAIT) To-day I saw the picture of a man Who, issuing from a wood, doth thrust apart Strong-matted, thorny branches, whose keen smart He heeds in nowise, if he only can Win the red rose a maiden, like a fan, Holds daintily. She, listening to her heart, Hath looked another way. Ah, would she start, And weep, and suffer sorrow, if he ran— For utter love of her, forever back Into the shadows, which thrice darker were Because her whiteness made their black more black! A little while he waits, lest he should err. Awhile he wonders, secretly.—Alack! He could so gladly die or live for her.
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