Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Masked

Lying alone I dreamed a dream last night:
Methought that Joy had come to comfort me
For all the past, its suffering and slight,
Yet in my heart I felt this could not be.
All that he said unreal seemed and strange,
Too beautiful to last beyond to-morrow;
Then suddenly his features seemed to change,
The mask of joy dropped from the face of Sorrow.

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

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