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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) An East Wind The glitter of wheels far down the street (Ah me, and alack a day.) And I heard the thud of his horse’s feet Beating a roundelay. And I felt a little song coming, coming Over my lips as humming, humming, I turned my eyes that way. Somebody passed, who was wont to pause: (Ah me, and alack a day.) He bowed and smiled; yet for some cause The mirth went out of my lay. A wind from the east rose, sighing, sighing, I felt my little song dying, dying, She laughed as they rode away. Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1298 |
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