William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

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Thy voice from inmost dreamland calls;
  The wastes of sleep thou makest fair;
Bright o'er the ridge of darkness falls
  The cataract of thy hair.

The morn renews its golden birth:
  Thou with the vanquished night dost fade;
And leav'st the ponderable earth
  Less real than thy shade.

1. Liberty Rejected
2. History
3. The Russ at Kara
4. And These - Are These Indeed the End
5. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain

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