John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини)
Somewhere
THE WEASEL thieves in silver suit, The rabbit runs in gray; And Pan takes up his frosty flute To pipe the cold away. The flocks are folded, boughs are bare, The salmon take the sea; And O my fair, would I somewhere Might house my heart with thee!
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