Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Exeunt Omnes

I

Everybody else, then, going,
And I still left where the fair was?…
Much have I seen of neighbour loungers
Making a lusty showing,
Each now past all knowing.


II

There is an air of blankness
In the street and the littered spaces;
Thoroughfare, steeple, bridge and highway
Wizen themselves to lankness;
Kennels dribble dankness.


III

Folk all fade. And whither,
As I wait alone where the fair was?
Into the clammy and numbing night-fog
Whence they entered hither.
Soon one more goes thither! 

1. Often When Warring
2. The Gap in the White
3. Expectation and Experience
4. Her Second Husband Hears Her Story
5. The Voice of the Thorn

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