Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Immigrants

No ship of all that under sail or steam
Have gathered people to us more and more
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream
Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.

1. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
2. The Demiurge’s Laugh
3. The Census-Taker
4. The Black Cottage
5. The Thatch

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