Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер)

Struggle

My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I’m new-born from some new grave.

1. Laus Mariae
2. On Huntingdon’s "Miranda"
3. My Springs
4. Resurrection
5. Baby Charley

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