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Thomas Hardy (Томас Харди)


After Reading Psalms XXXIX, XL, etc


Simple was I and was young;
Kept no gallant tryst, I;
Even from good words held my tongue,
Quoniam Tu fecisti!

Through my youth I stirred me not,
High adventure missed I,
Left the shining shrines unsought;
Yet – me deduxisti!

At my start by Helicon
Love-lore little wist I,
Worldly less; but footed on;
Why? Me suscepisti!

When I failed at fervid rhymes,
‘Shall,’ I said, ‘persist I?’
‘Dies’ (I would add at times)
‘Meos posuisti!’

So I have fared through many suns;
Sadly little grist I
Bring my mill, or any one’s,
Domine, Tu scisti!

And at dead of night I call:
‘Though to prophets list I,
Which hath understood at all?
Yea: Quem elegisti?



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The Bedridden Peasant
  2. The Two Rosalinds
  3. The Coronation
  4. He Prefers Her Earthly
  5. The Bridge of Lodi


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