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English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest). Ина Донна Кулбрит.






Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)

Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest)

A stir of pines in the forest,
A klink of picks in the mine,
And smoke from the tent and cabin
Under the oak and vine;

The peaks of the great Sierras,
Awful, and still, and white,
Piercing the clouds of sunset,
Touching the stars of night;

And the subtle scent of the laurel,
Pungent, that fills and thrills,—
The breath of the wonderful laurel
On the wonderful Western hills.

Men, of the brood of giants,
Lusty and young and strong,
With heart-pulse set to the rhythm
And lilt of a brave new song;

Mighty of nerve and muscle
As the hero-knights of old,
Fighting the New World battles
On the Field of the Cloth of Gold.

And O the scent of the laurel! . . . .
There's a new moon low in the west,
And the night is a brooding mother
With the tired world on her breast.

And these are her dreams and visions.
Who spake of a face that lay
Under the English daisies,
In a silence, far away?

Ina Donna Coolbrith’s other poems:

  1. In Ended Days, a Child, I Trod Thy Sands
  2. Love-Song
  3. The Day of Our Lord
  4. Return
  5. Helen Hunt Jackson




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