Thomas Love Peacock (Томас Лав Пикок)

Castles in the Air

My thoughts by night are often filled
With visions false as fair:
For in the past alone I build
My castles in the air.

I dwell not now on what may be:
Night shadows o'er the scene:
But still my fancy wanders free
Through that which might have been. 

1. Maria’s Return
2. The Monks of St. Mark
3. Life's Uncertain Day
4. A Glee
5. The Sundial

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