Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Occultation

When the cloud shut down on the morning shine,
And darkened the sun,
I said, ‘So ended that joy of mine
Years back begun.’

But day continued its lustrous roll
In upper air;
And did my late irradiate soul
Live on somewhere?

1. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
2. Tragedian to Tragedienne
3. Song to an Old Burden
4. The Supplanter
5. To an Impersonator of Rosalind

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