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Слушать(AI)In The Beginning
EN sunshine met the wave, Then love was born;
Then Venus rose to save A world forlorn.
For light a thousand wings Of joy unfurled,
And bound with golden rings The icy world.
And color flamed the earth With glad desire, Till life sprang to the birth, Fire answering fire,
And so the world awoke, And all was done,
When first the ocean spoke Unto the sun.
Harriet Monroe
Harriet Monroe (December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936) was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, poet, and patron of the arts. She was
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