Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводах (билингва)

Starry amorist, starward gone,
Thou art-what thou didst gaze upon!
Passed through thy golden garden’s bars,
Thou seest the Gardener of the Stars.

She, about whose moon-ed brows

Seven stars make seven glows,
Seven lights for seven woes;
She, like thine own Galaxy,
All lustres in one purity: —
What said’st thou, Astronomer,
When thou did’st discover HER?
When thy hand its tube let fall,
Thou found’st the fairest Star of all!

The Hound of Heaven