Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Toys

I have laid you away as we lay
The toys of a little dead child,
You know you are safe in my heart;
You know I have set you apart
In my heart, and hid you away,
Because joy that prattled and smiled
In the heart becomes grief to the heart,
Laying its youth away
With the toys of a little dead child. 

1. Grey Hours: Naples
2. Pastel: Masks and Faces
3. The Andante of Snakes
4. At Glan-y-Wern
5. Haschisch

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