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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


After the Death of a Friend


You died, and made but little of it! –
Why then should I, when called to doff it,
Drop, and renounce this worm-holed raiment,
Shrink edgewise off from its grey claimant?
Rather say, when I am Time-outrun,
As you did: Take me, and have done,
Inexorable, insatiate one!



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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