Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Self-Unseeing

Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.

She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.

Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day;
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!

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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