Thomas Hardy (Òîìàñ Õàðäè)

The Wound

I climbed to the crest,
And, fog-festooned,
The sun lay west
Like a crimson wound:

Like that wound of mine
Of which none knew,
For I’d given no sign
That it pierced me through.

1. An Upbraiding
2. The Young Glass-Stainer
3. The Robin
4. I Rose and Went to Rou’tor Town
5. Looking at a Picture on an Anniversary

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