Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

«Sacred to the Memory»

     (Mary H.)

That ‘Sacred to the Memory’
Is clearly carven there I own,
And all may think that on the stone
The words have been inscribed by me
In bare conventionality.

They know not and will never know
That my full script is not confined
To that stone space, but stands deep lined
Upon the landscape high and low
Wherein she made such worthy show.

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

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