Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

Undine

’T was far away and long ago,
When I was but a dreaming boy,
This fairy tale of love and woe
Entranced my heart with tearful joy;
And while with white Undine I wept,
Your spirit, -- ah, how strange it seems, --
Was cradled in some star, and slept,
Unconscious of her coming dreams.

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

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