Lakeland
автор исходника на русском языке – [Сергей Ворошилов]
This is Lakeland. North, wild very.
Bluish frosting. Freezing spell.
Drooping cluster of cowberries.
Darkened waters here do dwell.
Peace at cranberry bog ‘s reigning.
Mist the swamp is to espouse.
I will flinch from feathers raining
From the wings of a wood grouse.
Or I’ll fade when sad, unwilling,
Sensing people with their cries,
In celestial, bell-like trilling
Of swans wailing in the skies.
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