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Francis Turner Palgrave (Фрэнсис Тернер Палгрев) The Golden Land O SWEET September in the valley Carved through the green hills, sheer and straight, Where the tall trees crowd round and sally Down the slope sides, with stately gait And sylvan dance: and in the hollow Silver voices ripple and cry Follow, O follow! Follow, O follow!--and we follow Where the white cottages star the slope, And the white smoke winds o'er the hollow, And the blythe air is quick with hope; Till the Sun whispers, O remember! You have but thirty days to run, O sweet September! --O sweet September, where the valley Leans out wider and sunny and full, And the red cliffs dip their feet and dally With the green billows, green and cool; And the green billows archly smiling, Kiss and cling to them, kiss and leave them, Bright and beguiling:-- Bright and beguiling, as She who glances Along the shore and the meadows along, And sings for heart's delight, and dances Crowned with apples, and ruddy, and strong:-- Can we see thee, and not remember Thy sun-brown cheek and hair sun-golden, O sweet September? Francis Turner Palgrave's other poems: Темы стихотворения (Poem Themes): Autumn (Осень), September (Сентябрь) Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1950 |
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