Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

Eel-Grass

No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach:
Nothing in this place.

1. To One Who Might Have Borne a Message
2. Siege
3. I Pray You If You Love Me
4. How Healthily Their Feet
5. I Shall Go Back Again

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