Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман)

Voice of the Western Wind

  Voice of the western wind!
    Thou singest from afar,
  Rich with the music of a land
    Where all my memories are;
  But in thy song I only hear
    The echo of a tone
  That fell divinely on my ear
    In days forever flown.

  Star of the western sky!
    Thou beamest from afar,
  With lustre caught from eyes I knew,
    Whose orbs were each a star;
  But, oh, those eyes—too wildly bright—
    No more eclipse thine own,
  And never shall I find the light
    Of days forever flown!

1. On White Carnations Given Me for My Birthday
2. W. W.
3. Si Jeunesse Savait!
4. Sumter
5. Wanted—A Man

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