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Слушать(AI)On The Sands
LL the air was tranced and the sea was stilled,
And we stood and dreamed of a world to be.
When it seemed to me that our souls were
With a sudden sympathy.
My life's long riddle at last I read,
And the spirit-face I had sought I knew;
All the Past's far years to this hour had
On the sands alone with you!
And you — you thought that the skies were fair.
And such twilight peace you had seldom known;
And you never guessed that a soul was
That hungered for your own!
You never knew — there was just the
Of a passioned look that would thrill me through,
But the night swept down, with its shroud of black,
And you never, never knew!
Arthur Henry Adams
Arthur Henry Adams (6 June 1872 – 4 March 1936) was a journalist and author. He started his career in New Zealand, though he spent most of it in
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