James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон)

* * *

I hear the stars still singing
To the beautiful, silent night,
As they speed with noiseless winging
Their ever westward flight.
I hear the waves still falling
On the stretch of lonely shore,
But the sound of a sweet voice calling
I shall hear, alas! no more.

1. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
2. A Plantation Bacchanal
3. Fifty Years
4. The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face
5. O Southland!

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1804

Последние стихотворения

To English version