Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей)

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I have lived and I have loved;
I have waked and I have slept;
I have sung and I have danced;
I have smiled and I have wept;
I have won and wasted treasure;
I have had my fill of pleasure;
And all these things were weariness,
And some of them were dreariness;--
And all these things, but two things,
Were emptiness and pain:
And Love--it was the best of them;
And Sleep--worth all the rest of them,
Worth everything but Love to my spirit and my brain.
But still my friend, O Slumber,
Till my days complete their number,
For Love shall never, never return to me again! 

1. The Greenwood Tree
2. Our Saviours Lamentation Over Jerusalem
3. Song To The Germans
4. Coronach, Or Death-Wai
5. The Little Moles

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