Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Riddle

I

Stretching eyes west
Over the sea,
Wind foul or fair,
Always stood she
Prospect-impressed;
Solely out there
Did her gaze rest,
Never elsewhere
Seemed charm to be.

II

Always eyes east
Ponders she now –
As in devotion –
Hills of blank brow
Where no waves plough.
Never the least
Room for emotion
Drawn from the ocean
Does she allow.

1. The End of the Episode
2. On a Discovered Curl of Hair
3. The Prophetess
4. Thoughts of Phena
5. After Schiller

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