Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl

(M.H.)

The sun threw down a radiant spot
On the face in the winding-sheet –
The face it had lit when a babe’s in its cot;
And the sun knew not, and the face knew not
That soon they would no more meet.

Now that the grave has shut its door,
And lets not in one ray,
Do they wonder that they meet no more –
That face and its beaming visitor –
That met so many a day?

1. Paying Calls
2. The Wind’s Prophecy
3. The Collector Cleans His Picture
4. The Peasant’s Confession
5. In Front of the Landscape

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1944

Последние стихотворения

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