john9221
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 Wysłany: Pon 15:13, 14 Lut 2011 |
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Till of a sudden
Maybe killed unknown to her mate
One forenoon the she-bird crouched not on the nest
Nor returned that afternoon
nor the next
Nor ever appeared again.
And thenceforward all summer
in the sound of the sea
And at night
under the full of the moon
in calmer weather
Over the hoarse surging of the sea
Or flitting from brier to brier by day
I saw
I heard at intervals
the remaining one
the he-bird
The solitary guest from Alabama.
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_Blow! blow! blow n’tHelen.’
‘Wellnever mind!
Blow up
sea-winds
along Paumanok's shore!
I wait and I wait
till you blow my mate to me._
Yes
when the stars glistened
All night long
on the prong of a moss-scalloped stake
Down
almost amid the slapping waves
Sat the lone singer
wonderful
causing tears.
He called on his mate:
He poured forth the meanings which I
of all men
know.
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_Soothe [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! soothe [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] a�n�d�h�u�n�g�u�p�h�i�s�w�i�n�g�s! soothe [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
Close on its wave soothes the wave behind
And again another behind
embracing and lapping
every one close
But my love soothes not me
not me._
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