Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Singing Woman

There was a singing woman
Came riding across the mead
At the time of the mild May weather,
Tameless, tireless;
This song she sung: ‘I am fair, I am young!’
And many turned to heed.

And the same singing woman
Sat crooning in her need
At the time of the winter weather;
Friendless, fireless,
She sang this song: ‘Life, thou’rt too long!’
And there was none to heed.

1. Often When Warring
2. The Gap in the White
3. Expectation and Experience
4. Her Second Husband Hears Her Story
5. The Voice of the Thorn

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