Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Song at Capri

  When beauty grows too great to bear
   How shall I ease me of its ache,
  For beauty more than bitterness
   Makes the heart break.

  Now while I watch the dreaming sea
   With isles like flowers against her breast,
  Only one voice in all the world
   Could give me rest.

1. Swans
2. The Ghost
3. The River
4. November
5. The Song for Colin

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