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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


Henley Regatta


She looks from the window: still it pours down direly,
And the avenue drips. She cannot go, she fears;
And the Regatta will be spoilt entirely;
And she sheds half-crazed tears.

Regatta Day and rain come on together
Again, years after. Gutters trickle loud;
But Nancy cares not. She knows nought of weather,
Or of the Henley crowd:

She’s a Regatta quite her own. Inanely
She laughs in the asylum as she floats
Within a water-tub, which she calls ‘Henley’,
Her little paper boats.



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The End of the Episode
  2. Wagtail and Baby
  3. In a Museum
  4. Ten Years Since
  5. The Young Churchwarden


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