Ada Cambridge (Cross) (Ада Кембридж (Кросс))

Despair

Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near!
No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
Like melting fog the mirage melts away
In all-surrounding darkness, void and clear.
Drifting, I spread vain hands, and vainly peer
And vainly call for pilot, — weep and pray;
Beyond these limits not the faintest ray
Shows distant coast whereto the lost may steer.

O what is life, if we must hold it thus
As wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
What are these gifts without the larger boon?
O what is art, or wealth, or fame to us
Who scarce have time to know what we desire?
O what is love, if we must part so soon?

1. The Coo of the Cushat
2. Unstrung
3. Cui Bono
4. Recollection
5. The Last Battle of the Cid

Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд) Despair ("Thy wings swoop darkening round my soul, Despair!")

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