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Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)


Wood-Song


LOVE must be a fearsome thing
That can bind a maid
Glad of life as leaves in spring,
Swift and unafraid.
 
I could find a heart to sing
Death and darkness, praise or blame;
But before that name,
Heedfully, oh, heedfully
Do I lock my breast;
I am silent as a tree,
Guardful of the nest.
 
Ah, my passing Woodlander,
Heard you any note?
Would you find a leaf astir
From a wilding throat?
 
Surely, all the paths defer
Unto such a gentle quest.
Would you take the nest?
Follow where the sun-motes are!
Truly ’t is a sorrow
I must bid you fare so far;
Speed you, and good-morrow!



Josephine Preston Peabody's other poems:
  1. Harvest Moon
  2. The Cloud
  3. Spinning in April
  4. A Changeling Grateful
  5. The House and the Road


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