Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (Мэри Элизабет Кольридж)

Come Home!

When wintry winds are no more heard,
   And joy’s in every bosom,
When summer sings in every bird,
   And shines in every blossom,
When happy twilight hours are long,
Come home, my love, and think no wrong!
 
When berries gleam above the stream
   And half the fields are yellow,
Come back to me, my joyous dream,
   The world hath not thy fellow!
And I will make thee Queen among
The Queens of summer and of song.

1. Jealousy
2. Our Lady
3. A Moment
4. The Witch
5. Marriage

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