A Memory Of Rubinstein
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Richard Watson Gilder
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HE of the ocean is, its thunderous waves
Echo his music; while far down the shore
Mad laughter hurries —a white, blowing spume.
I hear again in memory that wild storm;
The winds of heaven go rushing round the world,
And broods above the rage one sphinx-like face.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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