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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Dolls ‘Whenever you dress me dolls, mammy, Why do you dress them so, And make them gallant soldiers, When never a one I know; And not as gentle ladies With frills and frocks and curls, As people dress the dollies Of other little girls?’ Ah – why did she not answer: – ‘Because your mammy’s heed Is always gallant soldiers, As well may be, indeed. One of them was your daddy, His name I must not tell; He’s not the dad who lives here, But one I love too well.’ Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1471 |
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