Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
On the Snow
I knew no woman, child, or man Had been before my steps to-day. By Dippel Woods the snow-lanes ran Soft and uncrushed above their clay; But little starry feet had traced Their passages as though in words, And all those lanes of snow were laced With runnings of departed birds.
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