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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Tragedian to Tragedienne Shall I leave you behind me When I play In earnest what we’ve played in mock to-day? Why, yes; most surely shall I Leave you behind In yet full orbit, when my years upwind. I may creep off in the night-time, And none know Till comes the morning, bringing news ’tis so. Will you then turn for a moment White or red, Recall those spells of ours; things done, things said? Aye, those adventurous doings And those days Of stress, when I’d the blame and you the praise? Still you will meet adventure – None knows what – Still you will go on changing: I shall not. Still take a call at the mummings Daily or nightly, Yielding to custom, calmly, gloomily, brightly. Last, you will flag, and finish Your masquings too: Yes: end them: I not there to succour you. Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1328 |
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