Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year; My soul is all but out of me,—let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
Renascence and Other Poems
Renascence and Other Poems
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Edna St.Vincent Millay

Kirish yoki roʻyxatdan oʻtish sharh qoldirish uchun