Сара Тисдейл. To Joy

       К Радости

Се, я блаженна, ибо при очах
Свет Радости, мы с ней к лицу лицом;
Меня накрыла, осенив крылом,
Слились уста у нас, и не горчат.
Трепещет воздух под стопой её,
И красок, нот исполнена она.
Лучится благодатью, въявь чудна,
Святя и возвышая всё хламьё.
Не опечалюсь впредь, прозрела я,
Хоть долго мне низинами брести,
А отзвукам от пенья не пройти,-
Измерена той высью жизнь моя.
Не боль, но радость благостна, вошед,
И в отсвет ею жить моей душе.




************************
To Joy by Sara Teasdale

Lo, I am happy, for my eyes have seen
Joy glowing here before me, face to face;
His wings were arched above me for a space,
I kissed his lips, no bitter came between.
The air is vibrant where his feet have been,
And full of song and color is his place.
His wondrous presence sheds about a grace
That lifts and hallows all that once was mean.
I may not sorrow for I saw the light,
Tho' I shall walk in valley ways for long,
I still shall hear the echo of the song,—
My life is measured by its one great height.
Joy holds more grace than pain can ever give,
And by my glimpse of joy my soul shall live.