Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Caged Goldfinch

Within a churchyard, on a recent grave,
I saw a little cage
That jailed a goldfinch. All was silence save
Its hops from stage to stage.

There was inquiry in its wistful eye,
And once it tried to sing;
Of him or her who placed it there, and why,
No one knew anything.

1. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
2. Could I but Will
3. The History of an Hour
4. Premonitions
5. The Hatband

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1876

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