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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Paying Calls I went by footpath and by stile Beyond where bustle ends, Strayed here a mile and there a mile And called upon some friends. On certain ones I had not seen For years past did I call, And then on others who had been The oldest friends of all. It was the time of midsummer When they had used to roam; But now, though tempting was the air, I found them all at home. I spoke to one and other of them By mound and stone and tree Of things we had done ere days were dim, But they spoke not to me. Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1409 |
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