Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард)

Uncertain Sounds

THE wind in the leaves,
The rain on the eaves,
Or the low, continuous roar
Of the rolling waves on the distant shore:
Who shall declare
What sounds they be?
Whether lost in the air,
Or found on the sea,
And whether they laugh, or sigh?
Not I.
I only know
That they come, and go,
And people the hollow sky.

1. The Flight of the Arrow
2. The Witch’s Whelp
3. Twilight on Sumter
4. Day and Night My Thoughts Incline
5. Adsum

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