Konstantin Balmont

• The Reeds, by Paul Selver
  When midnight has come on the desolate slough, / Scarce heard are the reeds, so softly they sough. Of what do they whisper and talk to and fro? / ...
• The Reeds, by Cecil Maurice Bowra
  When midnight has come to the desolate fen, / Almost unheard is the reeds’ rustle then. What do they whisper, and what do they say? / Why are the...