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. Hannibal
2. What Fifty Said
3. Riders
4. The Demiurge’s Laugh
5. In a Vale

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