Why?
W
Walter de la Mare
0
Altın Yaprak
Ever, ever
Stir and shiver
The reeds and rushes
By the river:
Ever, ever,
As if in dream,
The lone moon's silver
Sleeks the stream.
What old sorrow,
What lost love,
Moon, reeds, rushes,
Dream you of?
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş