Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

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(The Dog Muses)

Why she moved house, without a word,
I cannot understand;
She’d mirrors, flowers, she’d book and bird,
And callers in a band.

And where she is she gets no sun,
No flowers, no book, no glass;
Of callers I am the only one,
And I but pause and pass.

1. If You Had Known
2. When Oats Were Reaped
3. The Seven Times
4. The Dead Bastard
5. The Dance at the Phœnix

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1892

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