The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло
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Название: The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Автор: Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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      The night is come, but not too soon;

       And sinking silently,

      All silently, the little moon

       Drops down behind the sky.

      There is no light in earth or heaven

       But the cold light of stars;

      And the first watch of night is given

       To the red planet Mars.

      Is it the tender star of love?

       The star of love and dreams?

      O no! from that blue tent above,

       A hero's armor gleams.

      And earnest thoughts within me rise,

       When I behold afar,

      Suspended in the evening skies,

       The shield of that red star.

      O star of strength! I see thee stand

       And smile upon my pain;

      Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,

       And I am strong again.

      Within my breast there is no light

       But the cold light of stars;

      I give the first watch of the night

       To the red planet Mars.

      The star of the unconquered will,

       He rises in my breast,

      Serene, and resolute, and still,

       And calm, and self-possessed.

      And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art,

       That readest this brief psalm,

      As one by one thy hopes depart,

       Be resolute and calm.

      O fear not in a world like this,

       And thou shalt know erelong,

      Know how sublime a thing it is

       To suffer and be strong.

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      When the hours of Day are numbered,

       And the voices of the Night

      Wake the better soul, that slumbered,

       To a holy, calm delight;

      Ere the evening lamps are lighted,

       And, like phantoms grim and tall,

      Shadows from the fitful firelight

       Dance upon the parlor wall;

      Then the forms of the departed

       Enter at the open door;

      The beloved, the true-hearted,

       Come to visit me once more;

      He, the young and strong, who cherished

       Noble longings for the strife,

      By the roadside fell and perished,

       Weary with the march of life!

      They, the holy ones and weakly,

       Who the cross of suffering bore,

      Folded their pale hands so meekly,

       Spake with us on earth no more!

      And with them the Being Beauteous,

       Who unto my youth was given,

      More than all things else to love me,

       And is now a saint in heaven.

      With a slow and noiseless footstep

       Comes that messenger divine,

      Takes the vacant chair beside me,

       Lays her gentle hand in mine.

      And she sits and gazes at me

       With those deep and tender eyes,

      Like the stars, so still and saint-like,

       Looking downward from the skies.

      Uttered not, yet comprehended,

       Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,

      Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,

       Breathing from her lips of air.

      Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,

       All my fears are laid aside,

      If I but remember only

       Such as these have lived and died!

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      Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,

       One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,

      When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,

       Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

      Stars they are, wherein we read our history,

       As astrologers and seers of eld;

      Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery,

       Like the burning stars, which they beheld.

      Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous,

       God hath written in those stars above;

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