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Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta (Энн Шарлотта Линч Ботта) Little Red Riding Hood "Heaven lies about us in our infancy." Sweet child of fairy land! since first I dwelt, with tearful eye, Upon the page that tells thy tale, Long years have glided by. Then, in thy fabled history, No marvel could I see; For then the worlds of thought and sense Were fairy lands to me. The fields and meadows were as bright As those where thou didst stray; -- And gaily through their tangled flowers, Like thee I took my way. And while I walked that sunny path, Nor doubt nor fear was mine; For childhood's trustfulness and faith Are ever strong, like thine. Alas! that coming years should throw Dark shadows o'er our way; And leave us with this aching sense Of glory passed away. Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1224 |
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