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. Burning the Holly
3. The Second Visit
4. The Rejected Member’s Wife
5. The Blinded Bird

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