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English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Stream is Flowing from the West. Генри Тимрод.






Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод)

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The stream is flowing from the west;
 As if it poured from yonder skies,
It wears upon its rippling breast
 The sunset's golden dyes;
And bearing onward to the sea,
'T will clasp the isle that holdeth thee.

I dip my hand within the wave;
 Ah! how impressionless and cold!
I touch it with my lip, and lave
 My forehead in the gold.
It is a trivial thought, but sweet,
Perhaps the wave will kiss thy feet.

Alas! I leave no trace behind—
 As little on the senseless stream
As on thy heart, or on thy mind;
 Which was the simpler dream,
To win that warm, wild love of thine,
Or make the water whisper mine?

Dear stream! some moons must wax and wane
 Ere I again shall cross thy tide,
And then, perhaps, a viewless chain
 Will drag me to her side,
To love with all my spirit's scope,
To wish, do everything but—hope.

Henry Timrod’s other poems:

  1. To Whom?
  2. An Exotic
  3. 1866 — Addressed to the Old Year
  4. Hymn Sung at an Anniversary of the Asylum of Orphans at Charleston
  5. To a Captive Owl




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