Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

The Gentle Traveller

Through many a land your journey ran,
And showed the best the world can boast:
Now tell me, traveller, if you can,
The place that pleased you most.” 

She laid her hands upon my breast,
And murmured gently in my ear, 
”The place I loved and liked the best
Was in your arms, my dear!”

1. War-Music
2. The Empty Quatrain
3. The Wind of Sorrow
4. Love in a Look
5. Nepenthe

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