Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Song at Capri

  When beauty grows too great to bear
   How shall I ease me of its ache,
  For beauty more than bitterness
   Makes the heart break.

  Now while I watch the dreaming sea
   With isles like flowers against her breast,
  Only one voice in all the world
   Could give me rest.

1. Arcturus
2. A Little While
3. Understanding
4. Since There Is No Escape
5. In a Cuban Garden

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