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The Young Mystic
Louis Untermeyer
We sat together close and warm My little tired and I
Watching across the evening sky
The coming of the storm
No rumblings rose, no thunders crashed
The west-Wind scarcely sang loud;
But from a huge and solid cloud
The summer lighting flashed
And then he whispered "Father, watch;
I think God's going to light His moon
"And When, my boy-Oh very soon,
I saw Him strike a match!"
(在叶琪的一本书上看见,应该是冰心的《寄小读者》吧,动人的小诗)
Louis Untermeyer
We sat together close and warm My little tired and I
Watching across the evening sky
The coming of the storm
No rumblings rose, no thunders crashed
The west-Wind scarcely sang loud;
But from a huge and solid cloud
The summer lighting flashed
And then he whispered "Father, watch;
I think God's going to light His moon
"And When, my boy-Oh very soon,
I saw Him strike a match!"
(在叶琪的一本书上看见,应该是冰心的《寄小读者》吧,动人的小诗)
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