Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

The Garden

My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
 Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
 The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;

Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
 And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain—
The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten—
 After the stillness, will spring come again?

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Bells
3. Understanding
4. Let It Be Forgotten
5. A Little While

Harriet Monroe (Гарриет Монро) The Garden ("Hiding under the hill")

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