Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

How She Went to Ireland

Dora’s gone to Ireland
Through the sleet and snow;
Promptly she has gone there
In a ship, although
Why she’s gone to Ireland
Dora does not know.

That was where, yea, Ireland,
Dora wished to be:
When she felt, in lone times,
Shoots of misery,
Often there, in Ireland,
Dora wished to be.

Hence she’s gone to Ireland,
Since she meant to go,
Through the drift and darkness
Onward labouring, though
That she’s gone to Ireland
Dora does not know.

1. The Occultation
2. Come Not; Yet Come!
3. The Fight on Durnover Moor
4. Genitrix Laesa
5. The Thing Unplanned

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