English Poetry. William Dean Howells. Dead. Уильям Дин Хоуэллс.

William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс)

Dead

SOMETHING lies in the room
Over against my own;
The windows are lit with a ghastly bloom
Of candles, burning alone,
Untrimmed, and all aflare
In the ghastly silence there!

People go by the door,
Tiptoe, holding their breath,
And hush the talk that they held before,
Lest they should waken Death,
That is awake all night
There in the candlelight!

William Dean Howells’s other poems:

1. Vision
2. The Song the Oriole Sings
3. In Earliest Spring
4. The Sarcastic Fair
5. By the Sea

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

Lionel Johnson (Лайонел Джонсон) Dead (“IN Merioneth, over the sad moor”)

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