Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

A Wish for Unconsciousness

If I could but abide
As a tablet on a wall,
Or a hillock daisy-pied,
Or a picture in a hall,
And as nothing else at all,
I should feel no doleful achings,
I should hear no judgment-call,
Have no evil dreams or wakings,
No uncouth or grisly care;
In a word, no cross to bear.

1. The End of the Episode
2. Ten Years Since
3. The Young Churchwarden
4. The Three Tall Men
5. There Seemed a Strangeness

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