Stephen Phillips (Стивен Филлипс)

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BEAUTIFUL lie the dead;
Clear comes each feature;
Satisfied not to be,
Strangely contented.

Like ships, the anchor dropped,
Furled every sail is;
Mirrored with all their masts
In a deep water. 

1. Poems
2. The Kaiser and Belgium
3. The Question
4. The Shirker
5. Orestes

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