Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Cynic’s Epitaph

A race with the sun as he downed
I ran at evetide,
Intent who should first gain the ground
And there hide.

He beat me by some minutes then,
But I triumphed anon,
For when he’d to rise up again
I stayed on.

1. A Victorian Rehearsal
2. Song to an Old Burden
3. The Dead Bastard
4. Long Plighted
5. After the Fair

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