Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy)




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He Prefers Her Earthly


This after-sunset is a sight for seeing,
Cliff-heads of craggy cloud surrounding it.
– And dwell you in that glory-show?
You may; for there are strange strange things in being,
Stranger than I know.

Yet if that chasm of splendour claim your presence
Which glows between the ash cloud and the dun,
How changed must be your mortal mould!
Changed to a firmament-riding earthless essence
From what you were of old:

All too unlike the fond and fragile creature
Then known to me... Well, shall I say it plain?
I would not have you thus and there,
But still would grieve on, missing you, still feature
You as the one you were.





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