Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Nadir

If we must cheat ourselves with any dream, 
Then let it be a dream of nobleness: 
Since it is necessary to express 
Gall from black grapes--to sew an endless seam 
With a rusty needle--chase a spurious gleam 
Narrowing to the nothing through the less-- 
Since life’s no better than a bitter guess, 
And love’s a stranger--let us change the theme.

Let us at least pretend--it may be true-- 
That we can close our lips on poisonous 
Dark wine diluted by the Stygean wave; 
And let me dream sublimity in you, 
And courage, liberal for the two of us: 
Let us at least pretend we can be brave.

1. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
2. The Pekingese
3. One Person
4. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
5. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile

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