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!

1. The End of the Episode
2. Burning the Holly
3. The Second Visit
4. The Three Tall Men
5. Thoughts of Phena

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