Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Little Elegy

Withouten you
No rose can grow;
No leaf be green
If never seen
Your sweetest face;
No bird have grace
Or power to sing;
Or anything
Be kind, or fair,
And you nowhere.

1. Escape
2. Quarrel
3. Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water - On Turning Latin into English
4. Ophelia
5. The Falcon

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