Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)
The New Day. Part 2. Interlude
The cloud was thick that hid the sun from sight And over all a shadowy roof outspread, Making the day dim with another night— Not dark like that which past, but O, more dread For the clear sunlight that had gone before And prophecy of that which yet should be. Like snow at night the wind-blown hills of sand Shone with an inward gleam far down the land: Beneath the lowering sky black was the sea Across whose waves a bird came flying low,— Borne swift on the wind with wing-beat halt and slow,— From out the dull east toward the foamy shore. There was an awful waiting in the earth As if a mystery greatened to its birth. Tho' late it seemed, the day was just begun When lo! at last, the many-colored bow Stood in the heavens over against the sun.
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