unfinished - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:

Halted against the shade of a last hill,
They fed, and lying easy, were at
And, finding comfortable chests and knees,
Carelessly slept