Thomas Hardy (Òîìàñ Õàðäè)

The Peace-Offering

It was but a little thing,
Yet I knew it meant to me
Ease from what had given a sting
To the very birdsinging
Latterly.

But I would not welcome it;
And for all I then declined
O the regrettings infinite
When the night-processions flit
Through the mind!

1. The Collector Cleans His Picture
2. Dream of the City Shopwoman
3. To My Father’s Violin
4. If It’s Ever Spring Again
5. The Wanderer

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