Thomas Hardy (Òîìàñ Õàðäè)

What’s There to Tell?

    (Song)

What’s there to tell of the world
More than is told?
– Into its vortex hurled,
Out of it rolled,
Can we yet more of the world
Find to be told?
Lalla-la, lu!

If some could last alive
Much might be told;
Yes, gladness might survive;
But they go cold –
Each and each late alive –
All their tale told.
Lalla-la, lu!

There’s little more of the world,
Then, to be told;
Had ever life unfurled
Joys manifold,
There had been more of the world
Left to be told.
Lalla-la, lalla-la, lalla-la, lu!

1. Dream of the City Shopwoman
2. A Maiden’s Pledge
3. Meditations on a Holiday
4. An Experience
5. The Collector Cleans His Picture

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