Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

* * *

  (Song: Minor)

I look in her face and say,
‘Sing as you used to sing
About Love’s blossoming;’
But she hints not Yea or Nay.

‘Sing, then, that Love’s a pain,
If, Dear, you think it so,
Whether it be or no;’
But dumb her lips remain.

I go to a far-off room,
A faint song ghosts my ear;
Which song I cannot hear,
But it seems to come from a tomb.

1. The End of the Episode
2. Burning the Holly
3. The Second Visit
4. The Three Tall Men
5. Long Plighted

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1550

Последние стихотворения

To English version