Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Come Not; Yet Come!

     (Song)

In my sage moments I can say,
Come not near,
But far in foreign regions stay,
So that here
A mind may grow again serene and clear.

But the thought withers. Why should I
Have fear to earn me
Fame from your nearness, though thereby
Old fires new burn me,
And lastly, maybe, tear and overturn me!

So I say, Come: deign again shine
Upon this place,
Even if unslackened smart be mine
From that sweet face,
And I faint to a phantom past all trace.

1. A Victorian Rehearsal
2. Song to an Old Burden
3. Long Plighted
4. After the Fair
5. Paths of Former Time

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