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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) To a Sea-Cliff (Durlston Head) Lend me an ear While I read you here A page from your history, Old cliff – not known To your solid stone, Yet yours inseparably. Near to your crown There once sat down A silent listless pair; And the sunset ended, And dark descended, And still the twain sat there. Past your jutting head Then a line-ship sped, Lit brightly as a city; And she sobbed: ‘There goes A man who knows I am his, beyond God’s pity!’ He slid apart Who had thought her heart His own, and not aboard A bark, sea-bound... That night they found Between them lay a sword. Thomas Hardy's other poems:
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