Thomas Hardy (Òîìàñ Õàðäè)

In the Mind’s Eye

That was once her casement,
And the taper nigh,
Shining from within there,
Beckoned, ‘Here am I!’

Now, as then, I see her
Moving at the pane;
Ah; ’tis but her phantom
Borne within my brain! –

Foremost in my vision
Everywhere goes she;
Change dissolves the landscapes,
She abides with me.

Shape so sweet and shy, Dear,
Who can say thee nay?
Never once do I, Dear,
Wish thy ghost away.

1. To My Father’s Violin
2. If It’s Ever Spring Again
3. The Wanderer
4. The Wedding Morning
5. The Collector Cleans His Picture

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