Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Calf

You may have seen, in road or street
At times, when passing by,
A creature with bewildered bleat
Behind a milcher’s tail, whose feet
Went pit-pat. That was I.

Whether we are of Devon kind,
Shorthorns, or Herefords,
We are in general of one mind
That in the human race we find
Our masters and our lords.

When grown up (if they let me live)
And in a dairy-home,
I may less wonder and misgive
Than now, and get contemplative,
And never wish to roam.

And in some fair stream, taking sips,
May stand through summer noons,
With water dribbling from my lips
And rising halfway to my hips,
And babbling pleasant tunes.

1. The Aërolite
2. Genitrix Laesa
3. Song from Heine
4. The Bad Example
5. Timing Her

Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Calf ("RIGHT, Sir! your text I’ll prove it true") 3 September 1786

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