Читать книгу Кошмар По-эта - Говард Лавкрафт, Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт, Adolphe de Castro - Страница 74

Immortal Moon, in maiden splendour shine.

Dispense thy beams, divine Latona’s child.

Thy silver rays all grosser things define,

And hide harsh truth in sweet illusion mild.

In thy soft light, the city of unrest

That stands so squalid in thy brother’s glare

Throws off its habit, and in silence blest

Becomes a vision, sparkling bright and fair.

The modern world, with all its care & pain,

The smoky streets, the hideous clanging mills,

Face ‘neath thy beams, Selene, and again

We dream as shepherds on Chaldœa’s hills.

Take heed, Diana, of my humble plea.

Convey me where my happiness may last —

Draw me against the tide of time’s rough sea,

And let my spirit rest amid the past.