Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Why Be at Pains?

  (Wooer’s Song)

Why be at pains that I should know
You sought not me?
Do breezes, then, make features glow
So rosily?
Come, the lit port is at our back,
And the tumbling sea;
Elsewhere the lampless uphill track
To uncertainty!

O should not we two waifs join hands?
I am alone,
You would enrich me more than lands
By being my own.
Yet, though this facile moment flies,
Close is your tone,
And ere to-morrow’s dewfall dries
I plough the unknown.

1. If You Had Known
2. The Seven Times
3. The To-Be-Forgotten
4. Boys Then and Now
5. By the Runic Stone

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