Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

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So sick of dreams! the dreams, that stain
The aisle, along which life must pass,
With hues of mystic colored glass,
That fills the windows of the brain.

So sick of thoughts! the thoughts, that carve
The house of days with arabesques
And gargoyles, where the mind grotesques
In masks of hope and faith who starve.

Here lay thy over weary head
Upon my bosom! Do not weep!
"He giveth His beloved sleep."
Heart of my heart, be comforted.

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

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