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English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Thisbe. Хелен Грей Коун.

Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)


  The garden within was shaded,
    And guarded about from sight;
  The fragrance flowed to the south wind,
    The fountain leaped to the light.

  And the street without was narrow,
    And dusty, and hot, and mean;
  But the bush that bore white roses,
    She leaned to the fence between:

  And softly she sought a crevice
    In that barrier blank and tall,
  And shyly she thrust out through it
    Her loveliest bud of all.

  And tender to touch, and gracious,
    And pure as the moon's pure shine,
  The full rose paled and was perfect,—
    For whose eyes, for whose lips, but mine!

Helen Gray Cone’s other poems:

  1. The Story of the “Orient”
  2. The Ride to the Lady
  3. Two Moods of Failure
  4. The Glorious Company
  5. The House of Hate

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