Читать книгу Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 54, No. 338, December 1843 - Various - Страница 4

O strong as the Eagle,

    O mild as the Dove!

How like, and how unlike,

    O Death and O Love!

Knitting Earth to the Heaven,

    The Near to the Far—

With the step on the dust,

    And the eyes on the star!

Interweaving, commingling,

    Both rays from God's light!

Now in sun, now in shadow,

    Ye shift to the sight!

Ever changing the sceptres

    Ye bear—as in play;

Now Love as Death rules us,

    Now Death has Love's sway!

Why wails so the New-born?

    Love gave it the breath.

The soul sees Love's brother—

    Life enters on Death!

Why that smile the wan lips

    Of the dead man above?

The soul sees Death changing

    Its shape into Love.

So confused and so blending

    Each twin with its brother,

The frown of one melts

    In the smile of the other.

Love warms where Death withers,

    Death blights where Love blooms;

Death sits by our cradles,

    Love stands by our tombs!