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. In Sutton Woods
2. The Death Of Huss
3. Why Should I, From This Long And Losing Strife
4. Spiritual Love
5. If They Dare!

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