Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Storm

It sounded as if the streets were running,
And then the streets stood still.
Eclipse was all we could see at the window,
And awe was all we could feel.

By and by the boldest stole out of his covert,
To see if time was there.
Nature was in her beryl apron,
Mixing fresher air.

1. Superiority to Fate
2. Forbidden Fruit. I
3. Hope (Hope is a subtle glutton)
4. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise
5. The Forgotten Grave

Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лэмпмэн) Storm ("Out of the grey northwest, where many a day gone by")

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