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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


The Marble Tablet


There it stands, though alas, what a little of her
Shows in its cold white look!
Not her glance, glide, or smile; not a tittle of her
Voice like the purl of a brook;
Not her thoughts, that you read like a book.

It may stand for her once in November
When first she breathed, witless of all;
Or in heavy years she would remember
When circumstance held her in thrall;
Or at last, when she answered her call!

Nothing more. The still marble, date-graven,
Gives all that it can, tersely lined;
That one has at length found the haven
Which every one other will find;
With silence on what shone behind.



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The End of the Episode
  2. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly
  3. The Strange House
  4. The Three Tall Men
  5. In Tenebris I


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