Elsie Melchert Fowler «Secrets»
Secrets The wind is whispering secrets; Its voice is soft and low. There are white and wintry secrets In the quiet-falling snow. Hear secrets in the footsteps Of the people on the street, And in gay, ribboned packages Of everyone you meet. There are merry secrets twinkling In the eyes of many a child. Secrets kept by Mom and Daddy – When you asked they only smiled. Oh, our world is full of secrets, Now steal quietly away Till they open up like magic On a wondrous Christmas Day! Elsie Melchert Fowler (1880-1966) Рождество это время секретов… Рождество это время … Читать далее →