Элис Мейнелл (Alice Meynell)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

The Roaring Frost


A flock of winds came winging from the North,
Strong birds with fighting pinions driving forth
                With a resounding call:—

Where will they close their wings and cease their cries—
Between what warming seas and conquering skies—
                And fold, and fall?





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