Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Cynic’s Epitaph

A race with the sun as he downed
I ran at evetide,
Intent who should first gain the ground
And there hide.

He beat me by some minutes then,
But I triumphed anon,
For when he’d to rise up again
I stayed on.

1. Genitrix Laesa
2. V.R. 1819–1901
3. Song from Heine
4. Music in a Snowy Street
5. Over the Coffin

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