George Eliot (Джордж Элиот)

Roses

You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once! 

1. Mid My Gold-Brown Curls
2. I Grant You Ample Leave
3. The World Is Great
4. Bright, o Bright Fedalma
5. How Lisa Loved the King

Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Roses ("I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring")

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