English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 1. To My Mother. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.

William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

Echoes. 1. To My Mother

Chiming a dream by the way
   With ocean’s rapture and roar,
I met a maiden to-day
   Walking alone on the shore:
Walking in maiden wise,
   Modest and kind and fair,
The freshness of spring in her eyes
   And the fulness of spring in her hair.

Cloud-shadow and scudding sun-burst
   Were swift on the floor of the sea,
And a mad wind was romping its worst,
   But what was their magic to me?
Or the charm of the midsummer skies?
   I only saw she was there,
A dream of the sea in her eyes
   And the kiss of the sea in her hair.

I watched her vanish in space;
   She came where I walked no more;
But something had passed of her grace
   To the spell of the wave and the shore;
And now, as the glad stars rise,
   She comes to me, rosy and rare,
The delight of the wind in her eyes
   And the hand of the wind in her hair.

William Ernest Henley’s other poems:

1. Rhymes and Rhythms. 23. Here They Trysted, Here They Strayed
2. Rhymes and Rhythms. Epilogue
3. Rhymes and Rhythms. 20. The Shadow of Dawn
4. Rhymes and Rhythms. 21. When the Wind Storms by with a Shout, and the Stern Sea-Caves
5. Echoes. 14. The Wan Sun Westers, Faint and Slow

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