Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

Undine

’T was far away and long ago,
When I was but a dreaming boy,
This fairy tale of love and woe
Entranced my heart with tearful joy;
And while with white Undine I wept,
Your spirit, -- ah, how strange it seems, --
Was cradled in some star, and slept,
Unconscious of her coming dreams.

1. Jesus, Thou Divine Companion
2. To Julia Marlowe
3. Jeanne d’Arc Returns
4. Stars and the Soul
5. The Mocking-Bird

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1815

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