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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Middle-Age Enthusiasms To M. H. We passed where flag and flower Signalled a jocund throng; We said: ‘Go to, the hour Is apt!’ – and joined the song; And, kindling, laughed at life and care, Although we knew no laugh lay there. We walked where shy birds stood Watching us, wonder-dumb; Their friendship met our mood; We cried: ‘We’ll often come: We’ll come morn, noon, eve, everywhen!’ – We doubted we should come again. We joyed to see strange sheens Leap from quaint leaves in shade; A secret light of greens They’d for their pleasure made. We said: ‘We’ll set such sorts as these!’ – We knew with night the wish would cease. ‘So sweet the place,’ we said, ‘Its tacit tales so dear, Our thoughts, when breath has sped, Will meet and mingle here!’ . . . ‘Words!’ mused we. ‘Passed the mortal door, Our thoughts will reach this nook no more.’ Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1491 |
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