William Morris (Уильям Моррис)

The Flowering Orchard

Silk Embroidery.

Lo silken my garden,
and silken my sky,
And silken my apple-boughs
hanging on high;
All wrought by the Worm
in the peasant carle’s cot
On the Mulberry leafage
when summer was hot! 

1. Pain And Time Strive Not
2. From the Upland to the Sea
3. To The Muse Of The North
4. Mother and Son
5. The Voice Of Toil

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1741

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