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. Cry of the Homeless
2. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly
3. On the Belgian Expatriation
4. An Appeal to America on Behalf of the Belgian Destitute
5. In Time of Wars and Tumults

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