Donald Benson Blanding (Дональд Бенсон Блэндинг)

When, If Ever

When blood is water; when the call of spring
Falls dully on my ears; when everything
Is just one heavy monotone of gray
And dawn’s a torture, meaning "here’s a day
To live in weary waiting for the night
With sleep to blot all beauty from my sight";
When tears and love and laughter are the same;
When life’s a task and not a joyous game;
When living’s but a race without a goal;
When I am old in body, heart, and soul;
When all I know as me in me has fled;
Then, and then only, will I say, "God Pan is dead!"

1. Aloha Oe
2. Vagabond's House
3. Somehow
4. Night Flowers of the Tropics
5. Gold

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