English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Wind. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.

Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)

Wind

I let them call it just The Wind,
  And tell me not to grieve.
But I know all it left behind,
  And more than they believe.

I know; about the far-off lands,
  Where people never sleep;
They hide their faces in their hands,
  And rock, and weep, and weep.

And I too little, all alone,
  To go and find them yet;--
But Oh, I hear!--When I am grown,
  I never will forget.

Josephine Preston Peabody’s other poems:

1. Polite Visitor
2. The Mystic
3. The Play’s the Thing
4. The Masterpiece
5. The Sorrows

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Sydney Dobell (Сидней Добелл) Wind (“Oh the wold, the wold”)

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Wind (“He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea”)

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