Dawn
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Gordon Bottomley
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金叶
A thrush is tapping a stone
With a snail-shell in its beak;
A small bird hangs from a cherry
Until the stem shall break.
No waking song has begun,
And yet birds chatter and hurry
And throng in the elm's gloom
Because an owl goes home.
公有领域：诗人逝世已逾 70 年。
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