Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
Dogtown
Far as the eye can see the land is grey, And desolation sits among the stones Looking on ruin who, from rocks like bones, Stares with a dead face at the dying day. Mounds, where the barberry and bay hold sway, Show where homes rose once; where the village crones Gossiped, and man, with many sighs and groans, Laboured and loved and went its daily way. Only the crow now, like a hag returned, Croaks on the common that its hoarse voice mocks. Meseems that here the sorrow of the earth Has lost herself, and, with the past concerned, Sits with the ghosts of dreams that haunt these rocks, And old despairs to which man's soul gave birth.
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