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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Somewhere Somewhere there is a spot of ground, Covered with grass, or snow, may be, That one day will be spaded 'round And dug up to make room for me. And I unconsciously have trod, Perhaps, and so again may tread Upon the very voiceless sod, That will be roof above my head. Somewhere upon the earth to-day Are dwelling men, who yet shall spade And cut and dig the earth away, Until my narrow house is made. Perchance they have clasped hands with me; Those hands, that, after I am dead, Shall measure me so reverently, To find how long to make my bed. How strangely, solemn thoughts like these Will come, when life seems blithe and gay; Like voices of the passing breeze, Saying "All things must pass away--" Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1318 |
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