Louisa Sarah Bevington (Луиза Сара Бевингтон)

Dedication to C.A.V.

Not that the theme is worthy, nor the lay
    Such as your heart would have, one time in three;
    Yet, battling, I would chaunt of victory
All life's night through: though dubious dream of day
Scarcely suffices me to shed one ray
    O'er the fierce field where you must fighting be;--
    Yet you have brought a little sword to me
Of strange new metal that I would essay.

And thanks are due. So thank I you in songs,
    And having sung, my turn me hence, to strive
    What time strength stays with me--alert, alive,
    To right some trifle of the night's dumb wrongs;
    And if through minstrelsy one plea may thrive,
To you memorial gratitude belongs. 

1. The Most Beautiful Thing
2. The Secret of the Bees
3. Gold and Steel
4. Your Treasure
5. Whither?

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