Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Louie

I am forgetting Louie the buoyant;
Why not raise her phantom, too,
Here in daylight
With the elect one’s?
She will never thrust the foremost figure out of view!

Mid this heat, in gauzy muslin
See I Louie’s life-lit brow
Here in daylight
By the elect one’s. –
Long two strangers they and far apart; such neighbours now!

1. Paying Calls
2. I Found Her Out There
3. The Opportunity
4. Genitrix Laesa
5. The Dead Bastard

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