Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Louie

I am forgetting Louie the buoyant;
Why not raise her phantom, too,
Here in daylight
With the elect one’s?
She will never thrust the foremost figure out of view!

Mid this heat, in gauzy muslin
See I Louie’s life-lit brow
Here in daylight
By the elect one’s. –
Long two strangers they and far apart; such neighbours now!

1. The End of the Episode
2. The Pair He Saw Pass
3. The Seven Times
4. Rake-Hell Muses
5. Tragedian to Tragedienne

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1770

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