Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)
Stars
How countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!-- As if with keeness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn,-- And yet with neither love nor hate, Those starts like somw snow-white Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes Without the gift of sight.
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