Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти)

Mirage

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped
For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake. 

1. Three Little Children
2. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
3. I Am A King
4. A Testimony
5. Maiden May

Ada Cambridge (Cross) (Ада Кембридж (Кросс)) Mirage ("Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking")

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