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Слушать(AI)The Palm And The Pine
In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
Upon a wintry height;
It sleeps: around it snows have thrown A covering of white.
It dreams forever of a Palm That, far i' the Morning-land,
Stands silent in a most sad calm Midst of the burning sand.
From the German of Heine.
Sidney Lanier
Sidney Clopton Lanier[1] (February 3, 1842 – September 7, 1881) was an American musician, poet and author. He served in the Confederate States A
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