David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс)

Patience

A wind comes from the north
Blowing little flocks of birds
Like spray across the town,
And a train, roaring forth,
Rushes stampeding down
With cries and flying curds
Of steam, out of the darkening north.

Whither I turn and set
Like a needle steadfastly,
Waiting ever to get
The news that she is free;
But ever fixed, as yet,
To the lode of her agony. 

1. Study
2. The Punisher
3. We Are Transmitters
4. Irony
5. He-Goat

Caroline Fry (Wilson) (Каролина Фрай (Уилсон)) Patience ("Patience, when heathen darkness veil'd the world")

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