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Слушать(AI)Seeds with wings between earth and sky
Seeds with wings, between earth and
Fluttering, flying; Seeds of a lily with blood-red core Breathing of myrrh and of giroflore:
Where winds drop them there must they lie,
Living or dying.
Some to the garden, some to the wall,
Fluttering, falling; Some to the river, some to earth: Those that reach the right soil get birth;
None of the rest have lived at all.—Whose voice is calling:"Here is soil for winged seeds that near,
Fluttering, fearing,
Where they shall root and burgeon and spread. Lacking the heart-room the song lies dead:
Half is the song that reaches the ear,
Half is the hearing "?
Augusta Davies Webster
Augusta Webster (30 January 1837 – 5 September 1894) was an English poet, dramatist, essayist, and translator. The daughter of Vice-admiral Geor
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