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Thomas Hardy (Томас Харди)


In a Cathedral City


These people have not heard your name;
No loungers in this placid place
Have helped to bruit your beauty’s fame.

The grey Cathedral, towards whose face
Bend eyes untold, has met not yours;
Your shade has never swept its base,

Your form has never darked its doors,
Nor have your faultless feet once thrown
A pensive pit-pat on its floors.

Along the street to maids well known
Blithe lovers hum their tender airs,
But in your praise voice not a tone. . . . 

– Since nought bespeaks you here, or bears,
As I, your imprint through and through,
Here might I rest, till my heart shares
The spot’s unconsciousness of you!

Salisbury



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. An Upbraiding
  2. I Rose and Went to Rou’tor Town
  3. Looking at a Picture on an Anniversary
  4. No Bell-Ringing
  5. Why She Moved House


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