Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)

The Wreckage

Love lit a beacon in thine eyes,
   And I out in the storm,
And lo! the night had taken wings;
   I dream me safe and warm.

Love lit a beacon in thine eyes,
   A wreckers’ light for me;
My heart is broken on the rocks;
   I perish in the sea.

1. Distant Voices
2. In a Wood
3. An Imperfect Revolution
4. All-Souls' Night
5. In Any Garden

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