Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Song from Heine

I scanned her picture, dreaming,
Till each dear line and hue
Was imaged, to my seeming,
As if it lived anew.

Her lips began to borrow
Their former wondrous smile;
Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,
Grew sparkling as erstwhile.

Such tears as often ran not
Ran then, my love, for thee;
And O, believe I cannot
That thou art lost to me!

1. To an Impersonator of Rosalind
2. In Death Divided
3. The Inscription
4. A Woman Driving
5. Rake-Hell Muses

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