John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини)

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Wherever a green blade looks up,
A leaf lisps mystery,
Whereso a blossom holds its cup
A mist rings land or sea,
Wherever voice doth utter sound
Or silence make her round—
There worship; it is holy ground.

1. Coyote
2. Somewhere
3. At a Grave
4. One
5. Days That Come and Go

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