Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин)

Winter Violets

Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet,
Dews of the dark that drench the violet.
Thus over Her, whom death yet more endears,
Nature and Man together blend their tears. 

1. Invocation
2. Covet Who Will The Patronage Of Kings
3. Nocturnal Vigils
4. Aspromonte
5. When Runnels Began to Leap and Sing

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