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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Wedding Morning Tabitha dressed for her wedding: – ‘Tabby, why look so sad?’ ‘ – O I feel a great gloominess spreading, spreading, Instead of supremely glad!.. ‘I called on Carry last night, And he came whilst I was there, Not knowing I’d called. So I kept out of sight, And I heard what he said to her: ‘ “ – Ah, I’d far liefer marry You, Dear, to-morrow!” he said, “But that cannot be.” – O I’d give him to Carry, And willingly see them wed, ‘But how can I do it when His baby will soon be born? After that I hope I may die. And then She can have him. I shall not mourn!’ Thomas Hardy's other poems:
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