Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

He Never Expected Much

[or]
A Consideration
[A reflection] on My Eighty-Sixth Birthday

Well, World, you have kept faith with me,
Kept faith with me;
Upon the whole you have proved to be
Much as you said you were.
Since as a child I used to lie
Upon the leaze and watch the sky,
Never, I own, expected I
That life would all be fair.

’Twas then you said, and since have said,
Times since have said,
In that mysterious voice you shed
From clouds and hills around:
‘Many have loved me desperately,
Many with smooth serenity,
While some have shown contempt of me
Till they dropped underground.

‘I do not promise overmuch,
Child; overmuch;
Just neutral-tinted haps and such,’
You said to minds like mine.
Wise warning for your credit’s sake!
Which I for one failed not to take,
And hence could stem such strain and ache
As each year might assign.

1. Genitrix Laesa
2. V.R. 1819–1901
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4. Over the Coffin
5. Song to an Old Burden

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