Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл)
Quiet
COME not the earliest petal here, but only Wind, cloud, and star, Lovely and far, Make it less lonely. Few are the feet that seek her here, but sleeping Thoughts sweet as flowers Linger for hours, Things winged, yet weeping. Here in the immortal empire of the grasses, Time, like one wrong Note in a song, With their bloom, passes.
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