Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти)

Mirage

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped
For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake. 

1. Rosy Maiden Winifred
2. Brown And Furry
3. Dead Hope
4. Come Unto Me
5. Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Mirage ("When the beautiful mountain ash is turning--")

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