Читать книгу The Complete Poetry of Emily Dickinson - Эмили Дикинсон - Страница 220
XVII. "Who robbed the woods?"
ОглавлениеWho robbed the woods,
The trusting woods?
The unsuspecting trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
He scanned their trinkets, curious,
He grasped, he bore away.
What will the solemn hemlock,
What will the fir-tree say?
