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Слушать(AI)Little Hands
Soft little hands that stray and clutch,
Like fern fronds curl and uncurl bold,
While baby faces lie in
Close sleep as flowers at night that fold,
What is it you would, clasp and hold,
Wandering outstretched with wilful touch?
O fingers small of shell-tipped rose,
How should you know you hold so much?
Two full hearts beating you inclose,
Hopes, fears, prayers, longings, joys and woes, -All yours to hold,
O little hands!
More, more than wisdom
And love, love only knows.
Robert Laurence Binyon
Robert Laurence Binyon, CH (10 August 1869 – 10 March 1943) was an English poet, dramatist and art scholar. Born in Lancaster, England, his pare
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