Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

A Winsome Woman

    (Song)

There’s no winsome woman so winsome as she;
Some are flower-like in mouth,
Some have fire in the eyes,
Some feed a soul’s drouth
Trilling words music-wise;
But where are these gifts all in one found to be
Save in her known to me?

What her thoughts are I read not, but this much I know,
That she, too, will pass
From the sun and the air
To her cave under grass;
And the world will declare,
‘No such woman as his passioned utterances show
Walked this planet, we trow!’

1. If You Had Known
2. Our Old Friend Dualism
3. When Oats Were Reaped
4. Paying Calls
5. The Shadow on the Stone

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