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. John Everett Millais
2. Wordsworth At Dove Cottage
3. In Sutton Woods
4. Spartan Mothers
5. Mozart’s Grave

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