Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

The Awakening

When you lie sleeping; golden hair
Tossed on your pillow, sea shell pink
Ears that nestle, I forbear
A moment while I look and think
How you are mine, and if I dare
To bend and kiss you lying there.

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A Raphael in the flesh! Resist
I cannot, though to break your sleep
Is thoughtless of me--you are kissed
And roused from slumber dreamless, deep--
You rub away the slumber's mist,
You scold and almost weep.

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It is too bad to wake you so,
Just for a kiss. But when awake
You sing and dance, nor seem to know
You slept a sleep too deep to break
From which I roused you long ago
For nothing but my passion's sake--
What though your heart should ache!

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1. Lambert Hutchins
2. Calvin Campbell
3. Jonathan Houghton
4. Washington McNeely
5. Clarence Fawcett

Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) The Awakening ("Once she woke to fairyland")

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