The Complete Poems. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло
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Название: The Complete Poems

Автор: Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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      As one who, walking in the twilight gloom,

       Hears round about him voices as it darkens,

      And seeing not the forms from which they come,

       Pauses from time to time, and turns and hearkens;

      So walking here in twilight, O my friends!

       I hear your voices, softened by the distance,

      And pause, and turn to listen, as each sends

       His words of friendship, comfort, and assistance.

      If any thought of mine, or sung or told,

       Has ever given delight or consolation,

      Ye have repaid me back a thousand-fold,

       By every friendly sign and salutation.

      Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown!

       Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token,

      That teaches me, when seeming most alone,

       Friends are around us, though no word be spoken.

      Kind messages, that pass from land to land;

       Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,

      In which we feel the pressure of a hand—

       One touch of fire—and all the rest is mystery!

      The pleasant books, that silently among

       Our household treasures take familiar places,

      And are to us as if a living tongue

       Spice from the printed leaves or pictured faces!

      Perhaps on earth I never shall behold,

       With eye of sense, your outward form and semblance;

      Therefore to me ye never will grow old,

       But live forever young in my remembrance.

      Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away!

       Your gentle voices will flow on forever,

       When life grows bare and tarnished with decay,

       As through a leafless landscape flows a river.

      Not chance of birth or place has made us friends,

       Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations,

      But the endeavor for the selfsame ends,

       With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.

      Therefore I hope to join your seaside walk,

       Saddened, and mostly silent, with emotion;

      Not interrupting with intrusive talk

       The grand, majestic symphonies of ocean.

      Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest,

       At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted,

      To have my place reserved among the rest,

       Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited!

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      "Build me straight, O worthy Master!

       Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,

      That shall laugh at all disaster,

       And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!"

      The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art.

      A quiet smile played round his lips, As the eddies and dimples of the tide Play round the bows of ships, That steadily at anchor ride. And with a voice that was full of glee, He answered, "Erelong we will launch A vessel as goodly, and strong, and stanch, As ever weathered a wintry sea!" And first with nicest skill and art, Perfect and finished in every part, A little model the Master wrought, Which should be to the larger plan What the child is to the man, Its counterpart in miniature; That with a hand more swift and sure The greater labor might be brought To answer to his inward thought. And as he labored, his mind ran o'er The various ships that were built of yore, And above them all, and strangest of all Towered the Great Harry, crank and tall, Whose picture was hanging on the wall, With bows and stern raised high in air, And balconies hanging here and there, And signal lanterns and flags afloat, And eight round towers, like those that frown From some old castle, looking down Upon the drawbridge and the moat. And he said with a smile, "Our ship, I wis, Shall be of another form than this!" It was of another form, indeed; Built for freight, and yet for speed, A beautiful and gallant craft; Broad in the beam, that the stress of the blast, Pressing down upon sail and mast, Might not the sharp bows overwhelm; Broad in the beam, but sloping aft With graceful curve and slow degrees, That she might be docile to the helm, And that the currents of parted seas, Closing behind, with mighty force, Might aid and not impede her course.

      In the ship-yard stood the Master,

       With the model of the vessel,

      That should laugh at all disaster,

       And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!

      Covering many a rood of ground, Lay the timber piled around; Timber of chestnut, and elm, and oak, And scattered here and there, with these, The knarred and crooked cedar knees; Brought from regions far away, From Pascagoula's sunny bay, And the banks of the roaring Roanoke! Ah! what a wondrous thing it is To note how many wheels of toil One thought, one word, can set in motion! There's not a ship that sails the ocean, But every climate, every soil, Must bring its tribute, great or small, And help to build the wooden wall!

      The sun was rising o'er the sea, And long the level shadows lay, As if they, too, the beams would be Of some great, airy argosy. Framed and launched in a single day. That silent architect, the sun, Had hewn and laid them every one, Ere the work of man was yet begun. Beside the Master, when he spoke, A youth, against an anchor leaning, Listened, to catch his slightest meaning. Only the long waves, as they broke In ripples on the pebbly beach, Interrupted the old man's speech.

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