Jean Blewett (Джин Блюетт)

Margaret

Her eyes—upon a summer's day
God's skies are not more blue than they.

Her hair—you've seen a sunbeam bold
Made up of just such threads of gold.

Her cheek—the leaf which nearest grows
The dewy heart of June's red rose.

Her mouth—full lipped, and subtly sweet
As brier drowned in summer heat.

Her heart—December's chill and snow;
Heaven pity me, who love her so!

1. The Passage
2. At Quebec
3. The Usurer
4. For He Was Scotch, and So Was She
5. Youth and June

Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг) Margaret ("Many birds and the beating of wings")

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