Ральф Эмерсон – The Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson / Стихотворения (страница 73)
Все планы, честь певца —
Всё до конца.
Отважно правит,
Простор ей дай;
Иди след в след,
Надеждой согревай;
Путь ввысь идёт,
Нырнёт она в зенит,
Крыла сложив,
Цель не открыв,
Но божество
Свой знает путь,
И как покинуть свод.
Ей подонки ни к чему,
Прочь дрожь в ногах.
Презревших страх,
Тех, что не гнутся,
Вознаградит:
Станут они
Больше, чем есть,
Ввысь вознесутся.
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Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor, —
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
To Ellen at the South
The green 1 grass is bowing,
The morning wind is in it;
’T is a tune worth thy knowing,
Though it change every minute.
’T is a tune of the Spring;
Every year plays it over
To the robin on the wing,
And to the pausing lover.
O’er ten thousand, thousand acres,
Goes light the nimble zephyr;
The Flowers – tiny sect of Shakers —
Worship him ever.
Hark to the winning sound!
They summon thee, dearest, —
Saying, ‘We have dressed for thee the ground,
Nor yet thou appearest.
‘O hasten;’ ’t is our time,
Ere yet the red Summer 
