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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


A Second Attempt


Thirty years after
I began again
An old-time passion:
And it seemed as fresh as when
The first day ventured on:
When mutely I would waft her
In Love’s past fashion
Dreams much dwelt upon,
Dreams I wished she knew.

I went the course through,
From Love’s fresh-found sensation –
Remembered still so well –
To worn words charged anew,
That left no more to tell:
Thence to hot hopes and fears,
And thence to consummation,
And thence to sober years,
Markless, and mellow-hued.

Firm the whole fabric stood,
Or seemed to stand, and sound
As it had stood before.
But nothing backward climbs,
And when I looked around
As at the former times,
There was Life – pale and hoar;
And slow it said to me,
‘Twice-over cannot be!’



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The End of the Episode
  2. There Seemed a Strangeness
  3. The Curtains Now Are Drawn
  4. On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
  5. The Seven Times


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