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Thomas Hardy (Томас Харди)


An Upbraiding


Now I am dead you sing to me
The songs we used to know,
But while I lived you had no wish
Or care for doing so.

Now I am dead you come to me
In the moonlight, comfortless;
Ah, what would I have given alive
To win such tenderness!

When you are dead, and stand to me
Not differenced, as now,
But like again, will you be cold
As when we lived, or how?



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The Ghost of the Past
  2. The Face at the Casement
  3. Regret Not Me
  4. If It’s Ever Spring Again
  5. Growth in May


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