Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.

New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!

1. Загадку, что сумел решить • The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Resurgam
3. The Martyrs
4. The Butterfly's Assumption-Gown
5. Dying

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