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قراءة كتاب Poetry of the Supernatural
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 6
Malachi
That cold woman—
Sits and knits eternally.
De La Mare, Walter. The Keys of Morning. (In his The Listeners.)
She slanted her small bead-brown eyes
Across the empty street
And saw Death softly watching her
In the sunshine pale and sweet.
Across the empty street
And saw Death softly watching her
In the sunshine pale and sweet.
—— The Listeners.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
—— The Witch.