Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

A Mood

A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness—
Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness;
A fear that is not fear, a pain that has not pain's insistence;
A sense of longing, or of loss, in some foregone exsistence;
A subtle hurt that never pen has writ nor tongue has spoken—
Such hurt perchance as Nature feels wen a blossomed bough is broken.

1. On Reading William Watson's Sonnet Entitled The Purple East
2. Sestet
3. No Songs in Winter
4. Identity
5. L'Eau Dormante

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) A Mood ("Bowed hearts that hold the saddest memories")

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