Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy)

By Henstridge Cross at the Year’s End

Why go the east road now?.. 
That way a youth went on a morrow
After mirth, and he brought back sorrow
Painted upon his brow:
Why go the east road now?

Why go the north road now?
Torn, leaf-strewn, as if scoured by foemen,
Once edging fiefs of my forefolk yeomen,
Fallows fat to the plough:
Why go the north road now?

Why go the west road now?
Thence to us came she, bosom-burning,
Welcome with joyousness returning... 
She sleeps under the bough:
Why go the west road now?

Why go the south road now?
That way marched they some are forgetting,
Stark to the moon left, past regretting
Loves who have falsed their vow... 
Why go the south road now?

Why go any road now?
White stands the handpost for brisk onbearers,
‘Halt!’ is the word for wan-cheeked farers
Musing on Whither, and How... 
Why go any road now?

‘Yea: we want new feet now’
Answer the stones. ‘Want chit-chat, laughter:
Plenty of such to go hereafter
By our tracks, we trow!
We are for new feet now.’

  During the War

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