Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy) Текст оригинала на английском языке Horses Aboard Horses in horsecloths stand in a row On board the huge ship, that at last lets go: Whither are they sailing? They do not know, Nor what for, nor how. – They are horses of war, And are going to where there is fighting afar; But they gaze through their eye-holes unwitting they are, And that in some wilderness, gaunt and ghast, Their bones will bleach ere a year has passed, And the item be as ‘war-waste’ classed. – And when the band booms, and the folk say ‘Good-bye!’ And the shore slides astern, they appear wrenched awry From the scheme Nature planned for them, – wondering why. |
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