Georgian Poetry 1920-22
The Dream\'
All round the knoll, on days of quietest air,
Secrets are being told; and if the trees
Speak out--let them make uproar loud as drums--
\'Tis secrets still, shouted instead of whisper\'d.
The Dream\'
All round the knoll, on days of quietest air,
Secrets are being told; and if the trees
Speak out--let them make uproar loud as drums--
\'Tis secrets still, shouted instead of whisper\'d.