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Повстречала красивое стихотворение про водопад
Niagara
by Edith Franklin Wyatt

Cool the crystal mist is falling where my song is calling, calling
Over highland, over lowland, fog-blown bluff, and bouldered shore:
Proud my snow-rapt currents leaping from Superior's green keeping,
Down from Michigan's gray sweeping toward the Rapids' eddied floor.

Rain, hail, dew, and storm cloud swing me; from the heights the hollows wring me;
Filtered clay and field silt bring me silent through the dark-breathed loam,
Down the ⛰thousand-terraced highlands till the sky-land lake beds wing me—
Flying down and down in beauty through the chasm's flocking foam.🎉

Down from Huron, down from Erie, though the wild duck's wing grow weary,
Tribe and nation part and vanish like the spindrift haze of morn,
Fresh my full-fold song is falling and my voice is calling, calling
Down from far-poured lake and highland as I sang when I was born.

South, North, East, and West untiring speak my brother seas in splendor,
Tell their ♥️dominant desiring, claimant🧡 over coast and main.
Mine the chairing of a woman's chord immortal, of surrender—
Of the splendor of desiring, deep to give and give again.💚

Chord of star-fused loam and silver-surgent lake cloud's generation,
Here I sing the earth's still dreaming down my green-poured currents' length,
Voice of river-rocking valleys, rich heart plains, and heights' creation,
Clear-veiled chord that locked in you your mother's life, your father's strength.

Cool the fog-flocked mists are swinging. Soar, my dream; and silver winging,
Call my air-hung music ringing, toward the crystal-buoyed morn—
🏞Full-fold music from the highlands, where my splendor's voice is singing.
Fresh from flooded shores and sky lands as I sang when I was born.👶

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