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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Song to an Old Burden The feet have left the wormholed flooring, That danced to the ancient air, The fiddler, all-ignoring, Sleeps by the gray-grassed ’cello player: Shall I then foot around around around, As once I footed there! The voice is heard in the room no longer That trilled, none sweetlier, To gentle stops or stronger, Where now the dust-draped cobwebs stir: Shall I then sing again again again, As once I sang with her! The eyes that beamed out rapid brightness Have longtime found their close, The cheeks have wanned to whiteness That used to sort with summer rose: Shall I then joy anew anew anew, As once I joyed in those! O what’s to me this tedious Maying, What’s to me this June? O why should viols be playing To catch and reel and rigadoon? Shall I sing, dance around around around, When phantoms call the tune! Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1328 |
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