Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Lying Awake

You, Morningtide Star, now are steady-eyed, over the east,
I know it as if I saw you;
You, Beeches, engrave on the sky your thin twigs, even the least;
Had I paper and pencil I’d draw you.

You, Meadow, are white with your counterpane cover of dew,
I see it as if I were there;
You, Churchyard, are lightening faint from the shade of the yew,
The names creeping out everywhere.

1. The Prophetess
2. The Second Visit
3. I Rose Up as My Custom Is
4. Nothing Matters Much
5. The Forbidden Banns

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