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

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