Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)
Undine
’T was far away and long ago, When I was but a dreaming boy, This fairy tale of love and woe Entranced my heart with tearful joy; And while with white Undine I wept, Your spirit, -- ah, how strange it seems, -- Was cradled in some star, and slept, Unconscious of her coming dreams.
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