Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

The Poor Old Cannon

Upbroke the sun 
In red-gold foam; 
Thus spoke the gun 
At the Soldier’s Home:

”Whenever I hear 
Blue thunder speak 
My voice sounds clear 
But little and weak.

”And when the proud 
Young cockerels crow 
My voice sounds loud, 
But gentle and low.

”When the mocking-bird 
Prolongs his note 
I cannot be heard 
Though I split my throat.”

1. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
2. The Pekingese
3. One Person
4. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
5. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile

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