Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Before Knowledge

When I walked roseless tracks and wide,
Ere dawned your date for meeting me,
O why did you not cry Halloo
Across the stretch between, and say:

‘We move, while years as yet divide,
On closing lines which – though it be
You know me not nor I know you –
Will intersect and join some day!’

Then well I had borne
Each scraping thorn;
But the winters froze,
And grew no rose;
No bridge bestrode
The gap at all;
No shape you showed,
And I heard no call!

1. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
2. The Supplanter
3. At the Word ‘Farewell’
4. Sitting on the Bridge
5. The Child and the Sage

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1349

Последние стихотворения

To English version