Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)

A Meadow Tragedy

Here’s a meadow full of sunshine
Ripe grasses lush and high;
There’s a reaper on the roadway,
And a lark hangs in the sky.

There’s a nest of love enclosing
Three little beaks that cry;
The reapers in the meadow
And a lark hangs in the sky.

Here’s a mead all full of summer,
And tragedy goes by
With a knife amongst the grasses,
And a song up in the sky.

1. A Moth
2. The Enemies
3. A Lost Flower
4. The Golden Apple
5. A Recompense

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