Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Last Time

The kiss had been given and taken,
And gathered to many past:
It never could reawaken;
But I heard none say: ‘It’s the last!’

The clock showed the hour and the minute,
But I did not turn and look:
I read no finis in it,
As at closing of a book.

But I read it all too rightly
When, at a time anon,
A figure lay stretched out whitely,
And I stood looking thereon.

1. Paying Calls
2. Joys of Memory
3. I Found Her Out There
4. Often When Warring
5. Her Temple

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1988

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