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Thomas Hardy (Томас Харди)


Summer Schemes


When friendly summer calls again,
Calls again
Her little fifers to these hills,
We’ll go – we two – to that arched fane
Of leafage where they prime their bills
Before they start to flood the plain
With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills.
‘ – We’ll go,’ I sing; but who shall say
What may not chance before that day!

And we shall see the waters spring,
Waters spring
From chinks the scrubby copses crown;
And we shall trace their oncreeping
To where the cascade tumbles down
And sends the bobbing growths aswing,
And ferns not quite but almost drown.
‘ – We shall,’ I say; but who may sing
Of what another moon will bring!



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. Cry of the Homeless
  2. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly
  3. On the Belgian Expatriation
  4. An Appeal to America on Behalf of the Belgian Destitute
  5. In Time of Wars and Tumults


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