Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

A Sunset Fancy

Wide in the west, a lake
Of flame that seems to shake
As if the Midgard snake
Deep down did breathe:
An isle of purple glow,
Where rosy rivers flow
Down peaks of cloudy snow
With fire beneath.

And there the Tower-of-Night,
With windows all a-light,
Frowns on a burning height;
Wherein she sleeps,
Young through the years of doom,
Veiled with her hair's gold gloom,
The pale Valkyrie whom
Enchantment keeps.

1. Masked
2. He Who Loves
3. The “Kentucky”
4. The Magic Purse
5. To a Wind-Flower

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