The Firs
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Emily Pauline Johnson
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There is a lonely minor chord that sings
Faintly and far along the forest ways,
When the firs finger faintly on the strings
Of that rare violin the night wind plays,
Just as it whispered once to you and me
Beneath the English pines beyond the sea.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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