Capitolo 20
And because I should whip him/it? Strange visitor,
Is you/he/she marinating the school this day in summer along?
I gave listening a moment; clearer and more acute
It encircled the voice of the bird, as he cried, "Whip-poor-Will."
But does thing have poor Will? Me once more I ask to you;
I will whip him/it, it doesn't fear, if you will tell me that that for.
I made a break for an answer; valley of o'er and hill
It encircled the voice of the bird, as he cried, "Whip-poor-Will."
He has come to Your residence from night or from day,,
And did it bring the young birds from their warm nest away?
I made a break for an answer; valley of o'er and hill
It encircled the voice of the bird, as he cried, "Whip-poor-Will."
I can feel well her, well doesn't have fears,,
I can feel what is continually deafened in my ears.
The obstinate bird, with his/her marvelous trill,
It still did but an answer, and that, "Whip-poor-Will."
But does thing Have poor Will? Me prithees explain;
I am out of every patience, you don't mock again me.
The obstinate bird, with his/her marvelous trill,
It still made the same answer, and that, "Whip-poor-Will."
Well has the Your his/her own opportunity, then; but if you won't say,
I will extinguish the window, and goodbye offers Him;
But of a thing is sure, I won't whip him/it up to that
You give me some reason to whip poor Will.
I gave listening a moment, as if for it replies,
But it felt him nothing but the bird you/he/she is mocking to whine.
Me taken the weak echo from valley and hill;
The same load breathed that "strange Whip-poor-Will."
CARVING A NAME.
I wrote my name on the sand,
It is trusted it would be standing for yes;
But, soon, alas! the refluent sea
You/he/she had washed away my weak lines.
I carved my name on the wood,
And, after years, he/she returned again;
I failed the shade of the tree
That brims of old man on the plan.
To following solid marble, my name
I gave as a perpetual trust;
A lease of earthquake it to his/her base,
And it now lies, o'erlaid with dust.