Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Imaginings

She saw herself a lady
With fifty frocks in wear,
And rolling wheels, and rooms the best,
And faithful maidens’ care,
And open lawns and shady
For weathers warm or drear.

She found herself a striver,
All liberal gifts debarred,
With days of gloom, and movements stressed,
And early visions marred,
And got no man to wive her
But one whose lot was hard.

Yet in the moony night-time
She steals to stile and lea
During his heavy slumberous rest
When homecome wearily,
And dreams of some blest bright-time
She knows can never be.

1. A Victorian Rehearsal
2. The Month’s Calendar
3. The Dead Bastard
4. Zermatt: To the Matterhorn
5. The Orphaned Old Maid

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