William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

Echoes. 10. The Sea Is Full of Wandering Foam

The sea is full of wandering foam,
   The sky of driving cloud;
My restless thoughts among them roam . . .
   The night is dark and loud.

Where are the hours that came to me
   So beautiful and bright?
A wild wind shakes the wilder sea . . .
   O, dark and loud’s the night!

1. In Hospital. 18. Children: Private Ward
2. In Hospital. 8. Staff-Nurse: Old Style
3. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas
4. In Hospital. 7. Vigil
5. In Hospital. 12. Etching

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