Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Uber Allen Gipfellen Ist Ruh

Over all the mountains is rest;
In all the tree tops the faint west
Scarce stirs a bough.
The nestlings hush their song.
Wait awhile -- ere long
Rest too shalt thou. 

1. My Love To-Night
2. Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915
3. Fairy Tales
4. Quando Ver Venit Meum?
5. The Stars Stand up in the Air

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