Walter John De la Mare (Уолтер Джон Де ла Мар)

They Told Me

They told me Pan was dead, but I
  Oft marvelled who it was that sang
Down the green valleys languidly
  Where the grey elder-thickets hang.

Sometimes I thought it was a bird
  My soul had charged with sorcery;
Sometimes it seemed my own heart heard
  Inland the sorrow of the sea.

But even where the primrose sets
  The seal of her pale loveliness,
I found amid the violets
  Tears of an antique bitterness.

1. The Death-Dream
2. Vain Finding
3. Napoleon
4. The Universe
5. Treachery

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