Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

To Carrey Clavel

You turn your back, you turn your back,
And never your face to me,
Alone you take your homeward track,
And scorn my company.

What will you do when Charley’s seen
Dewbeating down this way?
– You’ll turn your back as now, you mean?
Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay!

You’ll see none’s looking; put your lip
Up like a tulip, so;
And he will coll you, bend, and sip:
Yes, Carrey, yes; I know!

1. The End of the Episode
2. Ten Years Since
3. The Young Churchwarden
4. The Three Tall Men
5. There Seemed a Strangeness

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