Thomas Hardy (Òîìàñ Õàðäè)

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I say, ‘I’ll seek her side
Ere hindrance interposes;’
But eve in midnight closes,
And here I still abide.

When darkness wears I see
Her sad eyes in a vision;
They ask, ‘What indecision
Detains you, Love, from me? –

‘The creaking hinge is oiled,
I have unbarred the backway,
But you tread not the trackway;
And shall the thing be spoiled?

‘Far cockcrows echo shrill,
The shadows are abating,
And I am waiting, waiting;
But O, you tarry still!’

1. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly
2. On the Belgian Expatriation
3. An Appeal to America on Behalf of the Belgian Destitute
4. Men Who March Away
5. In Time of Wars and Tumults

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