Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Ten Years Since

’Tis ten years since
I saw her on the stairs,
Heard her in house-affairs,
And listened to her cares;
And the trees are ten feet taller,
And the sunny spaces smaller
Whose bloomage would enthrall her;
And the piano wires are rustier,
The smell of bindings mustier,
And lofts and lumber dustier
Than when, with casual look
And ear, light note I took
Of what shut like a book
Those ten years since!

1. Often When Warring
2. The Sun on the Letter
3. The Faded Face
4. The Opportunity
5. If You Had Known

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