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  • Текст песни Caprice - The Green Bowl

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    The Green Bowl
    Amy Lowell

    This little bowl is like a mossy pool
    In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow
    Nodding in chequered sunshine of trees;
    A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds,

    Where, though unseen, is heard the endless song
    And murmur of the never resting sea.
    'T was winter, Roger, when you made this cup,
    But coming Spring
    Guided your eager hand
    And round the edge you fashioned young green leaves,
    A proper chalice made to hold the shy
    Flowers…

    They will forget their sad uprooting, lost
    In pleasure that this circle of leaves
    Should be their setting; once more they’ll dream
    They hear winds wandering through lofty trees
    And see the sun smiling
    And see the sun smiling
    between the leaves.

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