The Ackerman Steppe
Across sea-meadows measureless I go, My wagon sinking under grass so tall The flowery petals in foam on me fall, And blossom-isles float by I do not know. No pathway can the deepening twilight show; I seek the beckoning stars which sailors call, And watch the clouds. What lies there brightening all? The Dneister's, the steppe-ocean's evening glow! The silence! I can hear far flight of cranes-- So far the eyes of eagle could not reach-- And bees and blossoms speaking each to each; The serpent slipping adown grassy lanes; From my far home if word could come to me!-- Yet none will come. On, o'er the meadow-sea!
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"Across sea-meadows measureless I go,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Adam Bernard Mickiewicz delivers a powerful performance in "The Ackerman Steppe"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...