Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)

Florentin

HEART all full of heavenly haste, too like the bubble bright
On loud little water floating half of an April night,
Fled from the ear in music, fled from the eye in light,
Dear and stainless heart of a boy! No sweeter thing can be
Drawn to the quiet centre of God who is our sea;
Whither, thro’ troubled valleys, we also follow thee.

1. When on the Marge of Evening
2. Heathenesse
3. Sherman: “An Horatian Ode”
4. Tryste Noel
5. A Talisman

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