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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СКАЧАТЬ was dead;

      And all that fills the hearts of friends,

       When first they feel, with secret pain,

      Their lives thenceforth have separate ends,

       And never can be one again;

      The first slight swerving of the heart,

       That words are powerless to express,

      And leave it still unsaid in part,

       Or say it in too great excess.

      The very tones in which we spake

       Had something strange, I could but mark;

      The leaves of memory seemed to make

       A mournful rustling in the dark.

      Oft died the words upon our lips,

       As suddenly, from out the fire

      Built of the wreck of stranded ships,

       The flames would leap and then expire.

      And, as their splendor flashed and failed,

       We thought of wrecks upon the main,

      Of ships dismasted, that were hailed

       And sent no answer back again.

      The windows, rattling in their frames,

       The ocean, roaring up the beach,

      The gusty blast, the bickering flames,

       All mingled vaguely in our speech.

      Until they made themselves a part

       Of fancies floating through the brain,

      The long-lost ventures of the heart,

       That send no answers back again.

      O flames that glowed! O hearts that yearned!

       They were indeed too much akin,

      The drift-wood fire without that burned,

       The thoughts that burned and glowed within.

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      There is no flock, however watched and tended,

       But one dead lamb is there!

      There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,

       But has one vacant chair!

      The air is full of farewells to the dying,

       And mournings for the dead;

      The heart of Rachel, for her children crying,

       Will not be comforted!

      Let us be patient! These severe afflictions

       Not from the ground arise,

      But oftentimes celestial benedictions

       Assume this dark disguise.

      We see but dimly through the mists and vapors;

       Amid these earthly damps

      What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers

       May be heaven's distant lamps.

      There is no Death! What seems so is transition;

       This life of mortal breath

      Is but a suburb of the life elysian,

       Whose portal we call Death.

      She is not dead—the child of our affection—

       But gone unto that school

      Where she no longer needs our poor protection,

       And Christ himself doth rule.

      In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,

       By guardian angels led,

      Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,

       She lives, whom we call dead.

      Day after day we think what she is doing

       In those bright realms of air;

      Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,

       Behold her grown more fair.

      Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken

       The bond which nature gives,

      Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken,

       May reach her where she lives.

      Not as a child shall we again behold her;

       For when with raptures wild

      In our embraces we again enfold her,

       She will not be a child;

      But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion,

       Clothed with celestial grace;

      And beautiful with all the soul's expansion

       Shall we behold her face.

      And though at times impetuous with emotion

       And anguish long suppressed,

      The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean,

       That cannot be at rest—

      We will be patient, and assuage the feeling

       We may not wholly stay;

      By silence sanctifying, not concealing,

       The grief that must have way.

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