Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)

A Mountain Fantasy

CLOSE to each mountain's towering peak
A white cloud leans its tearful cheek,
Till all its soul of mystic pain
Dissolves in slow, soft, vaporous rain.

Thus, when our heart-griefs seek aright
Some heavenly Thought's majestic height,
Their passion, touched by loftier air,
Dissolves in tender mists of prayer!

1. A Fuedal Picture
2. Between the Sunken Sun and the New Moon
3. Along the Path Thy Bleeding Feet Have Trod
4. Baby’s First Word
5. A Plea for the Gray

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