Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти)

Mirage

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped
For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake. 

1. My Dream
2. Maude Clare
3. A Peal of Bells
4. Song (O roses for the flush of youth)
5. In the Round Tower at Jhansi, June 8, 1857

Ada Cambridge (Cross) (Ада Кембридж (Кросс)) Mirage ("Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking")

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