Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

To Julia Marlowe

Long had I loved this ”Attic shape,” the brede 
Of marble maidens round this urn divine:
But when your golden voice began to read,
The empty urn was filled with Chian wine.

1. The Wind of Sorrow
2. Patria
3. Portrait and Reality
4. The Black Birds
5. Christ of Everywhere

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