Arthur Davison Ficke (Артур Дэвисон Фикке)

Among Shadows

In halls of sleep you wandered by,
This time so indistinguishably
I cannot remember aught of it,
Save that I know last night we met.
I know it by the cloudy thrill
That in my heart is quivering still;
And sense of loveliness forgot
Teases my fancy out of thought.
Though with the night the vision wanes,
Its haunting presence still may last
As odor of flowers faint remains
In halls where late a queen has passed.

1. Opus 67
2. Serenade in Firelight
3. I Am in Love with High Far-Seeing Places
4. The Three Sisters
5. Fate, with Devoted and Incessant Care

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