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. An Imperfect Revolution
2. A Friend in Need
3. Distant Voices
4. All Souls’ Eve
5. Vale

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