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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Sleep-Worker When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wake and see – As one who, held in trance, has laboured long By vacant rote and prepossession strong – The coils that thou hast wrought unwittingly; Wherein have place, unrealized by thee, Fair growths, foul cankers, right enmeshed with wrong, Strange orchestras of victim-shriek and song, And curious blends of ache and ecstasy? – Should that morn come, and show thy opened eyes All that Life’s palpitating tissues feel, How wilt thou bear thyself in thy surprise? – Wilt thou destroy, in one wild shock of shame, Thy whole high heaving firmamental frame, Or patiently adjust, amend, and heal? Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1330 |
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