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






Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)

Triumph

This windy sunlit morning after rain,
The wet bright laurel laughs with beckoning gleam
In the blown wood, whence breaks the wild white stream
Rushing and flashing, glorying in its gain;
Nor swerves nor parts, but with a swift disdain
O'erleaps the boulders lying in long dream,
Lapped in cold moss; and in its joy doth seem
A wood-born creature bursting from a chain.

     And "Triumph, triumph, triumph!" is its hoarse
Fierce-whispered word. O fond, and dost not know
Thy triumph on another wise must be,—
To render all the tribute of thy force,
And lose thy little being in the flow
Of the unvaunting river toward the sea!

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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