Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

The Empty Quatrain

A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, ’t is perfect still,--
But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine.

1. The Wind of Sorrow
2. Dulcis Memoria
3. National Monuments
4. War-Music
5. One World

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