Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

I Watched a Blackbird

I watched a blackbird on a budding sycamore
One Easter Day, when sap was stirring twigs to the core;
I saw his tongue, and crocus-coloured bill
Parting and closing as he turned his trill;
Then he flew down, seized on a stem of hay,
And upped to where his building scheme was under way,
As if so sure a nest were never shaped on spray.

1. The End of the Episode
2. Nobody Comes
3. The Rejected Member’s Wife
4. To Carrey Clavel
5. At Shag’s Heath

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