John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини)

Somewhere

THE WEASEL thieves in silver suit,
  The rabbit runs in gray;
And Pan takes up his frosty flute
  To pipe the cold away.

The flocks are folded, boughs are bare,        
  The salmon take the sea;
And O my fair, would I somewhere
  Might house my heart with thee!

1. Coyote
2. Lincoln
3. Evening Songs
4. The Parting of Ilmar and Haadin
5. One

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Somewhere ("Somewhere there is a spot of ground")

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