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 End of the Episode
2. The Young Churchwarden
3. There Seemed a Strangeness
4. To an Impersonator of Rosalind
5. I Thought, My Heart

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