Читать книгу The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell - James Russell Lowell - Страница 134

Meanwhile he dared, not go and steal away

The silent, dead-cold witness of his sin;

He had not feared the life, but that dull clay,

Those open eyes that showed the death within,

Would surely stare him mad; yet all the day

A dreadful impulse, whence his will could win

No refuge, made him linger in the aisle,

Freezing with his wan look each greeting smile.