Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)
The New Day. Part 3. 20. “O Sweet Wild Roses That Bud and Blow”
O sweet wild roses that bud and blow Along the way that my Love may go; O moss-green rocks that touch her dress, And grass that her dear feet may press; O maple-tree whose brooding shade For her a summer tent has made; O goldenrod and brave sunflower That flame before my maiden's bower; O butterfly on whose light wings The golden summer sunshine clings; O birds that flit o'er wheat and wall, And from cool hollows pipe and call; O falling water whose distant roar Sounds like the waves upon the shore; O winds that down the valley sweep, And lightnings from the clouds that leap; O skies that bend above the hills; O gentle rains and babbling rills; O moon and sun that beam and burn— Keep safe my Love till I return!
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