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Thomas Hardy (Томас Харди)


Looking at a Picture on an Anniversary


But don’t you know it, my dear,
Don’t you know it,
That this day of the year
(What rainbow-rays embow it!)
We met, strangers confessed,
But parted – blest?

Though at this query, my dear,
There in your frame
Unmoved you still appear,
You must be thinking the same,
But keep that look demure
Just to allure.

And now at length a trace
I surely vision
Upon that wistful face
Of old-time recognition,
Smiling forth, ‘Yes, as you say,
It is the day.’

For this one phase of you
Now left on earth
This great date must endue
With pulsings of rebirth? –
I see them vitalize
Those two deep eyes!

But if this face I con
Does not declare
Consciousness living on
Still in it, little I care
To live myself, my dear,
Lone-labouring here!

Spring 1913

Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. Her Song
  2. The Dissemblers
  3. The Widow Betrothed
  4. The Tenant-for-Life
  5. The Curate’s Kindness


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