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Джин Инджелоу/ Jean Ingelow
| A Wedding Song Come up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane, My Dane with the beautiful eyes! Thousands and thousands await thee full fain, And talk of the wind and the skies. Fear not from folk and from country to part, O, I swear it is wisely done: For (I said) I will bear me by thee, sweetheart, As becometh my father's son. Great London was shouting as I went down. 'She is worthy,' I said, 'of this; What shall I give who have promised a crown? O, first I will give her a kiss.' So I kissed her and brought her, my Dane, my Dane, Through the waving wonderful crowd: Thousands and thousands, they shouted amain, Like mighty thunders and loud. And they said, 'He is young, the lad we love, The heir of the Isles is young: How we deem of his mother, and one gone above, Can neither be said nor sung. He brings us a pledge—he will do his part With the best of his race and name;'— And I will, for I look to live, sweetheart, As may suit with my mother's fame. An Ancient Chess Set Haply some Rajah first in ages gone Amid his languid ladies finger'd thee, While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he, Sang his one wife, love's passionate orison: Haply thou mayst have pleased old Prester John Among his pastures, when full royally He sat in tent--grave shepherds at his knee-- While lamps of balsam winked and glimmered on. What dost thou here? Thy masters are all dead. My heart is full of ruth and yearning pain At sight of thee, O king that hast a crown Outlasting theirs, and tells of greatness fled Through cloud-hung nights of unabated rain And murmur of the dark majestic town. | |
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