Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

Cynic’s Epitaph


A race with the sun as he downed
I ran at evetide,
Intent who should first gain the ground
And there hide.

He beat me by some minutes then,
But I triumphed anon,
For when he’d to rise up again
I stayed on.





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