George Darley (Джордж Дарли)

Robin’s Cross

A little cross,
To tell my loss;
A little bed
To rest my head;
A little tear is all I crave
Upon my very little grave.

I strew thy bed
Who loved thy lays;
The tear I shed,
The cross I raise,
With nothing more upon it than—
Here lies the little friend of Man! 

1. The Gambols of Children
2. Lenimina Laborum. 55. Deep in the ocean's thundering wave
3. Lenimina Laborum. 4. Prayer at Burial
4. Lenimina Laborum. 32. In an Album
5. Lenimina Laborum. 57. The Temptress of the Cave

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