Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Little Old Table

Creak, little wood thing, creak,
When I touch you with elbow or knee;
That is the way you speak
Of one who gave you to me!

You, little table, she brought –
Brought me with her own hand,
As she looked at me with a thought
That I did not understand.

– Whoever owns it anon,
And hears it, will never know
What a history hangs upon
This creak from long ago.

1. The Aërolite
2. Genitrix Laesa
3. Song from Heine
4. The Bad Example
5. Timing Her

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