William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

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Thy voice from inmost dreamland calls;
  The wastes of sleep thou makest fair;
Bright o'er the ridge of darkness falls
  The cataract of thy hair.

The morn renews its golden birth:
  Thou with the vanquished night dost fade;
And leav'st the ponderable earth
  Less real than thy shade.

1. Liberty Rejected
2. The Russ at Kara
3. Under the Dark and Piny Steep
4. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
5. Lux Perdita

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