English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dedication. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

Dedication

In youth I longed to paint
The loveliness I saw;
And yet by dire constraint
I had to study Law.
But now all that is past,
And I have no regret,
For I am free at last
Law to forget.

To beauty newly born
With brush and tube I play;
And though my daubs you scorn,
I'll learn to paint some day.
When I am eighty old,
Maybe I'll better them,
And you may yet behold
A gem.

Old Renoir used to paint,
Brush strapped to palsied hand;
His fervour of a saint
How I can understand.
My joy is my reward,
And though you gently smile,
Grant me to fumble, Lord,
A little while!

Robert William Service’s other poems:

1. Spanish Women
2. The Prospector
3. Playboy
4. Pullman Porter
5. Abandoned Dog

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Dedication (“These to His Memory–since he held them dear”)

Robert Stevenson (Роберт Стивенсон) Dedication (“MY first gift and my last, to you”)

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Dedication (“My body having encountered with a soul”)

Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Dedication (“Do you recall—I know you do”)

Stephen Benet (Стивен Бене) Dedication (“To W. R. B.”)

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