Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

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I travel as a phantom now,
For people do not wish to see
In flesh and blood so bare a bough
As Nature makes of me.

And thus I visit bodiless
Strange gloomy households often at odds,
And wonder if Man’s consciousness
Was a mistake of God’s.

And next I meet you, and I pause,
And think that if mistake it were,
As some have said, O then it was
One that I well can bear!

1. The End of the Episode
2. The Pair He Saw Pass
3. The Seven Times
4. Rake-Hell Muses
5. Tragedian to Tragedienne

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