Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Woman in the Rye

‘Why do you stand in the dripping rye,
Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to the knee,
When there are firesides near?’ said I.
‘I told him I wished him dead,’ said she.

‘Yea, cried it in my haste to one
Whom I had loved, whom I well loved still;
And die he did. And I hate the sun,
And stand here lonely, aching, chill;

‘Stand waiting, waiting under skies
That blow reproach, the while I see
The rooks sheer off to where he lies
Wrapt in a peace withheld from me!’

1. The End of the Episode
2. Burning the Holly
3. The Second Visit
4. On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
5. The Three Tall Men

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