Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон)

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No more now with jealous complaining
Shall you be vext; nor I with fears
Torture my heart: my heart is secure now,
And laughs at follies of former tears.
No more now with the endless paining
Of idle desires shall Day distress;
Nor Night, from passionate envy pure now,
With insupportable loneliness.
Truth and Trust so sweetly possess
My fortress of peace, no more to be shaken;
From dreams of joy to joy I awaken
And wander in fields of happiness.
Foolish once, now I'll be wise,
And live in the light of your trusting eyes.

1. The Dead to the Living
2. Inheritance
3. Asoka
4. Ah, Now This Happy Month Is Gone
5. Flame and Snow

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