Drowsy feather-grass. Beloved lowlands..., by Peter Tempest Drowsy feather-grass. Beloved lowlands, /
Wormwood fresh and of a leaden hue. /
There’s no other country that so wholly /
Calms my soul and warm...
Feather-grass sleeps. Dear plain sleeps also..., by Lyudmila Purgina Feather-grass sleeps. Dear plain sleeps also, /
Also a wormwood, freshened lead in dark. /
No other land could be compared, no one, /
With my na...
