Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.

1. Mother Nature
2. What If I Say I Shall Not Wait?
3. Умерших проще пожалеть • 'Tis Easier to Pity Those When Dead
4. In Lands I Never Saw, They Say
5. The Moon Is Distant from the Sea

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