Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер)

At Variance

When with me the play she goes,
I much admire the buds and bows
And all that on Kate’s headgear grows.
But when some other night I see
That hat between the stage and me,
My taste and Kate’s do not agree.

1. To May
2. The Poor Boy’s Christmas
3. The Golf Walk
4. Millennium
5. Song for Heroes

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