Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

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She opened the door of the West to me,
With its loud sea-lashings,
And cliff-side clashings
Of waters rife with revelry.

She opened the door of Romance to me,
The door from a cell
I had known too well,
Too long, till then, and was fain to flee.

She opened the door of a Love to me,
That passed the wry
World-welters by
As far as the arching blue the lea.

She opens the door of the Past to me,
Its magic lights,
Its heavenly heights,
When forward little is to see!

1. Burning the Holly
2. Thoughts of Phena
3. The Occultation
4. Come Not; Yet Come!
5. The Fight on Durnover Moor

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