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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Gap in the White Something had cracked in her mouth as she slept, Having danced with the Prince long, and sipped his gold tass; And she woke in alarm, and quick, breathlessly, leapt Out of bed to the glass. And there, in the blue dawn, her mouth now displayed To her woe, in the white Level line of her teeth, a black gap she had made In a dream’s nervous bite. ‘O how can I meet him to-morrow!’ she said. ‘I’d won him – yes, yes! Now, alas, he is lost!’ (That age knew no remedy.) Duly her dread Proved the truth, to her cost. And if you could go and examine her grave You’d find the gap there, But not understand, now that science can save, Her unbounded despair. Thomas Hardy's other poems:
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