It can’t be dispelled, can this sorrow..., by Peter Tempest It can’t be dispelled, can this sorrow, /
By the laughter of years long withdrawn. /
All gone is my white linden blossom, /
Sung — the song of t...
Now my grief won`t be spilt by the ringing..., by Alec Vagapov Now my grief won't be spilt by the ringing, /
Happy laugh of the bygone last. /
Lime-tree blossom is fading and dimming /
And the nightingale d...
This present sadness is not eased..., by Geoffrey Thurley This present sadness is not eased /
By the light laugh of bygone days. /
My white lime-tree has gone to seed, /
And sung is my dawn of nightinga...