Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

A Leaving

Knowing what it bore
I watched the rain-smitten back of the car –
(Brown-curtained, such as the old ones were) –
When it started forth for a journey afar
Into the sullen November air,
And passed the glistening laurels and round the bend.

I have seen many gayer vehicles turn that bend
In autumn, winter, and summer air,
Bearing for journeys near or afar
Many who now are not, but were,
But I don’t forget that rain-smitten car,
Knowing what it bore!

1. The End of the Episode
2. Nobody Comes
3. The Rejected Member’s Wife
4. To Carrey Clavel
5. At Shag’s Heath

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