Oliver Herford (Оливер Херфорд)

Proem

IF this little world to-night
  Suddenly should fall through space
In a hissing, headlong flight,
  Shrivelling from off its face,
As it falls into the sun,        
  In an instant every trace
Of the little crawling things—
  Ants, philosophers, and lice,
Cattle, cockroaches, and kings,
  Beggars, millionaires, and mice, 
Men and maggots,—all as one
  As it falls into the sun,—
Who can say but at the same
  Instant from some planet far
A child may watch us and exclaim:
  “See the pretty shooting star!”

1. The Puncture
2. Why Ye Blossome Cometh before Ye Leafe
3. A Song of a Heart
4. The Milk Jug
5. The Hen

Amos Alcott (Эймос Олкотт) Proem ("LONG left unwounded by the grisly foe")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1745

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