Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The High-School Lawn

Gray prinked with rose,
White tipped with blue,
Shoes with gay hose,
Sleeves of chrome hue;
Fluffed frills of white,
Dark bordered light;
Such shimmerings through
Trees of emerald green are eyed
This afternoon, from the road outside.

They whirl around:
Many laughters run
With a cascade’s sound;
Then a mere one.

A bell: they flee:
Silence then: –
So it will be
Some day again
With them, – with me.

1. Silences
2. The Bad Example
3. On the Tune Called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth
4. The Three Tall Men
5. A Victorian Rehearsal

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