Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл)

Sheep

LIKE the slow thunder of long seas on the height
Where God has set no sea,
Voices of folded sheep in the quiet of night
Came on the wind to me.

Like the low murmur of full tide on a beach
Where tide shall never roll,
They sent their mournful, inarticulate speech
Heavily on my soul.

Past is my sorrow, the night past, and the morn
Bright on her golden sills.
Only the hill-fold voices drowsily scorn
The comfort of the hills.

1. The Sea Witch
2. Frost Song
3. Pieter Marinus
4. O Silver Rose
5. The Immortal

Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг) Sheep ("Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep")

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