Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Delia

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is thy remembrance.  Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee.  Sleep, darling; it is best.

1. Something Left Undone
2. The Four Princesses at Wilna
3. The Crew of the Long Serpent
4. Seaweed
5. In the Churchyard at Cambridge

John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) Delia ("Lo, the pride of the village is dead!")

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