Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Difference

I

Sinking down by the gate I discern the thin moon,
And a blackbird tries over old airs in the pine,
But the moon is a sorry one, sad the bird’s tune,
For this spot is unknown to that Heartmate of mine.

II

Did my Heartmate but haunt here at times such as now,
The song would be joyous and cheerful the moon;
But she will see never this gate, path, or bough,
Nor I find a joy in the scene or the tune.

1. The Prophetess
2. The Second Visit
3. I Rose Up as My Custom Is
4. Nothing Matters Much
5. The Forbidden Banns

Dorothy Ratcliffe (Дороти Рэтклифф) The Difference ("When the factories all are silenced")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1903

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