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

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