Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

After a Romantic Day

The railway bore him through
An earthen cutting out from a city:
There was no scope for view,
Though the frail light shed by a slim young moon
Fell like a friendly tune.

Fell like a liquid ditty,
And the blank lack of any charm
Of landscape did no harm.
The bald steep cutting, rigid, rough,
And moon-lit, was enough
For poetry of place: its weathered face
Formed a convenient sheet whereon
The visions of his mind were drawn.

1. If You Had Known
2. Our Old Friend Dualism
3. When Oats Were Reaped
4. The Wind’s Prophecy
5. Paying Calls

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