Читать книгу Days and Dreams: Poems - Cawein Madison Julius - Страница 1

O lyrist of the lowly and the true,

The song I sought for you

Hides yet unsung. What hope for me to find,

Lost in the dædal mind,

The living utterance with lovely tongue!

To say, as erst was sung

By Ariosto of Knight-errantry, —

Through lands of Poesy,

Song's Paladin, knight of the dream and day,

The wizard shield you sway

Of that Atlantes power, sweet and terse,

The skyey-builded verse:

The shield that dazzles, brilliant with surprise,

Our unanointed eyes. —

Oh, had I written as 't were worthy you,

Each line, a spark of dew, —

As once Ferdusi shone in Persia, —

Had strung each rosy spray

Of the unfolding flower of each song;

And Iran's bulbul tongue

Had sobbed its heart out o'er the fountain's slab

In gardens of Afrasiab.