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Слушать(AI)Comfort
As I mused by the hearthside,
Puss said to me;"there burns the fire , man,and here sit we.
Four walls around usagainst the cold air;and the latch drawn closeto the draughty stair.
A roof o'er our headsstar-proof, moon immune,and a wind in the chimneyto wail us a tune.""What felicity!" miaowed he,"where none may intrude;just man and beast- metin this solitude!""Dear God, what security,comfort and bliss!and to think, too what ageshave brought us to this!""You in your sheep's' wool coat,buttons of bone,and me in my fur-abouton the warm hearthstone"
Walter de la Mare
Walter John de la Mare (25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956) was an English poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is probably best remembered for
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