Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)

Love Unsung

  Seven jewelled rays has the Sun fast bound
      In his arrow of blinding sheen;
  But he quickens the breast of the fruitful ground
      With a subtlest ray unseen.

  And the rainbow moods of this love of ours
      I may blend in the song I bring;
  But the magic that makes life laugh with flowers
      Is the love that I cannot sing.

1. Retrospect
2. The Going out of the Tide
3. The Trumpeter
4. A Resurrection
5. At the Parting of the Ways

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