Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс)

Immortal

Life is like a beauteous flower,
⁠     Closing to the world at even,—
Closing for a dreamless hour,
     ⁠To unfold, with dawn, on heaven.

Life is like a bird that nests
⁠     Close to earth, no shelter scorning,
Yet, upmounting from her breast,
     ⁠Fills the skies with song at morning.

1. Let Me Believe
2. Be Thou My Guide
3. To the Tsar (1890)
4. By the Conemaugh
5. First and Last

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