William Morris (Уильям Моррис)

The Flowering Orchard

Silk Embroidery.

Lo silken my garden,
and silken my sky,
And silken my apple-boughs
hanging on high;
All wrought by the Worm
in the peasant carle’s cot
On the Mulberry leafage
when summer was hot! 

1. Mother and Son
2. Pain And Time Strive Not
3. The Voice Of Toil
4. Atalanta's Race
5. Of The Three Seekers

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1694

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