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ß ñëûøó øåïîò ëèñòüåâ,
Êóñòàðíèêîâ òðåçâîíû –
Íèãäå ìíå íå óêðûòüñÿ
Îò çîðêèõ ãëàç ïðèðîäû.
 ïåùåðå ëè ÿ ñïðÿ÷óñü –
Ðàññêàæóò ñòåíû òóò æå.
Òâîðåíüå – òîëüêî òðåùèíà,
Ìåíÿ ÷òîá îáíàðóæèòü.
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To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred —
The Bushes — they were Bells —
I could not find a Privacy
From Nature's sentinels —
In Cave if I presumed to hide
The Walls — begun to tell —
Creation seemed a mighty Crack —
To make me visible —