Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Song of Hope

O sweet To-morrow! -
   After to-day
   There will away
This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
Hope, for a gleaming
Soon will be streaming,
   Dimmed by no gray -
   No gray!

While the winds wing us
   Sighs from The Gone,
   Nearer to dawn
Minute-beats bring us;
When there will sing us
Larks of a glory
Waiting our story
   Further anon -
   Anon!

Doff the black token,
   Don the red shoon,
   Right and retune
Viol-strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In speeches of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing,
   To-morrow shines soon -
   Shines soon! 

1. The End of the Episode
2. Burning the Holly
3. The Second Visit
4. On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
5. The Three Tall Men

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