Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

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The night will never stay,
The night will still go by,
Though with a million stars
You pin it to the sky;
Though you bind it with the blowing
    wind
And buckle it with the moon,
The night will slip away
Like sorrow or a tune.

1. Spring-Dawn
2. When You Say
3. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
4. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)
5. Revolt

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