Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли)

A Dirge

Let her rest!
Weary were her days, oppress'd
By vain cravings to be blest.
Let her sleep!
Slumber holy, dreamless, deep,
Cover eyes that waked to weep.
Let her rest!
Death is spread upon her breast,
Like soft wings that shade a nest.
Let her sleep!
False and cruel love, to keep
Weeping,—she hath ceased to weep.
Let her die!
All her hope beneath the sky
Was in her mortality.

1. The Vow of Cortes
2. Odin's Sacrifice
3. The Choice of the Christian Heroes
4. Song (Take me from these dreary shades)
5. The Escape of the Empress Matilda

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Dirge ("Death and a dirge at midnight;")

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