English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. On Huntingdon’s “Miranda”. Сидни Ланьер.

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер)

On Huntingdon’s “Miranda”

The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him kneeling at thy feet.
But, -- guerdon rich for favor rare!
The wind hath all thy holy hair
To kiss and to sing through and to flare
Like torch-flames in the passionate air,
About thee, O Miranda.

Eyes in a blaze, eyes in a daze,
Bold with love, cold with amaze,
Chaste-thrilling eyes, fast-filling eyes
With daintiest tears of love’s surprise,
Ye draw my soul unto your blue
As warm skies draw the exhaling dew,
Divine eyes of Miranda.

And if I were yon stolid stone,
Thy tender arm doth lean upon,
Thy touch would turn me to a heart,
And I would palpitate and start,
-- Content, when thou wert gone, to be
A dumb rock by the lonesome sea
Forever, O Miranda.

Sidney Lanier’s other poems:

1. From the Flats
2. Ode to the Johns Hopkins University
3. A Florida Ghost
4. Our Hills
5. Nirvana

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