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Слушать(AI)The Portent
Hanging from the beam,
Slowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on the green,
Shenandoah!
The cut is on the crown (Lo,
John Brown),
And the stabs shall heal no more.
Hidden in the cap Is the anguish none can draw;
So your future veils its face,
Shenandoah!
But the streaming beard is shown (Weird John Brown),
The meteor of the war.
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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