Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон)
A Spring Evening
Across the Glory of the glowing skies, A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise From lavishness from God's late gift. the rain. So, after farewell said, fond memories Of words and looks, now over, come again Across the glowing heart, a veil of pain.
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