Harold Hart Crane (Харт Крейн)

Fear

The host, he says that all is well
And the fire-wood glow is bright;
The food has a warm and tempting smell,-
But on the window licks the night.

Pile on the logs... Give me your hands,
Friends! No,- it is not fright...
But hold me... somewhere I heard demands...
And on the window licks the night.

1. My Grandmother's Love Letters
2. Interior
3. North Labrador
4. Voyages 4
5. Recitative

Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит) Fear ("IF you were here")

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