Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Baby Mary

TO LITTLE M. E. C. G.

Deep in baby Mary's eyes,
Baby Mary's sweet blue eyes,
Dwell the golden memories
Of the music once her ears
Heard in far-off Paradise;
So she has no time for tears,
Baby Mary,
Listening to the songs she hears.

Soft in baby Mary's face,
Baby Mary's lovely face,
If you watch, you, too, may trace
Dreams her spirit-self hath seen
In some far-off Eden-place,
Whence her soul she can not wean,
Baby Mary,
Dreaming in a world between.

1. In the Mountains
2. The Iron Cross
3. Above the Vales
4. Autumn Etchings
5. Zero

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