Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

In Calm

Not a wind blows and I have cried for storm!
The night is still and sullen and too bright,
Still and not cold,-- the airs around me warm
Rise, and I hate them, and I hate the night.

Yet I shall hate the day more than the hush
Henceforth forever, as life more than death;--
And I have cried to hear the wild winds rush
To drown my words, to drown my living breath. 

1. My Love To-Night
2. Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915
3. Fairy Tales
4. Quando Ver Venit Meum?
5. The Stars Stand up in the Air

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