Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Let Me Enjoy

I

Let me enjoy the earth no less
Because the all-enacting Might
That fashioned forth its loveliness
Had other aims than my delight.

II

About my path there flits a Fair,
Who throws me not a word or sign;
I’ll charm me with her ignoring air,
And laud the lips not meant for mine.

III

From manuscripts of moving song
Inspired by scenes and dreams unknown
I’ll pour out raptures that belong
To others, as they were my own.

IV

And some day hence, toward Paradise
And all its blest – if such should be –
I will lift glad, afar-off eyes,
Though it contain no place for me.

1. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
2. Song to an Old Burden
3. The Supplanter
4. Evening Shadows
5. I Found Her Out There

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