Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Last Love-Word

   Song

This is the last; the very, very last!
Anon, and all is dead and dumb,
Only a pale shroud over the past,
That cannot be
Of value small or vast,
Love, then to me!

I can say no more: I have even said too much.
I did not mean that this should come:
I did not know ’twould swell to such –
Nor, perhaps, you –
When that first look and touch,
Love, doomed us two!

1. Paying Calls
2. In Front of the Landscape
3. Joys of Memory
4. I Found Her Out There
5. She Charged Me

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