Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус)

Dirge

We do lie beneath the grass
In the moonlight, in the shade
Of the yew-tree. They that pass
Hear us not. We are afraid
They would envy our delight,
In our graves by glow-worm night.
Come follow us, and smile as we;
We sail to the rock in the ancient waves,
Where the snow falls by thousands into the sea,
And the drown'd and the shipwreck'd have happy graves.

1. Resurrection Song
2. The Rosy Hour
3. Song on the Water
4. Song from the Second Brother
5. Yes, Mary Ann

Edna Millay (Эдна Миллей) Dirge ("Boys and girls that held her dear")

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