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Слушать(AI)The Mound By The Lake
The grass shall never forget this grave.
When homeward footing it in the
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,
Wounded perchance, or wan and pale,
She left her household work undone - Duly the wayside table spread,
With evergreens shaded, to
Each travel-spent and grateful one.
So warm her heart, childless, unwed,
Who like a mother comforted.
Herman Melville
Herman Melville (August 1, 1819 – September 28, 1891) was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet of the American Renaissance period.
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