Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Masked

Lying alone I dreamed a dream last night:
Methought that Joy had come to comfort me
For all the past, its suffering and slight,
Yet in my heart I felt this could not be.
All that he said unreal seemed and strange,
Too beautiful to last beyond to-morrow;
Then suddenly his features seemed to change,
The mask of joy dropped from the face of Sorrow.

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

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