Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Incantation

A white well 
In a black cave; 
A bright shell 
In a dark wave.

A white rose 
Black brambles hood; 
Smooth bright snows 
In a dark wood.

A flung white glove 
In a dark fight; 
A white dove 
On a wild black night.

A white door 
In a dark lane; 
A bright core 
To bitter black pain.

A white hand 
Waved from dark walls; 
In a burnt black land 
Bright waterfalls.

A bright spark 
Where black ashes are; 
In the smothering dark 
One white star.

1. Poor Earth
2. Silver Filigree
3. One Person
4. The Pekingese
5. Death and the Maiden

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