Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

To an Impersonator of Rosalind

Did he who drew her in the years ago –
Till now conceived creator of her grace –
With telescopic sight high natures know,
Discern remote in Time’s untravelled space

Your soft sweet mien, your gestures, as do we,
And with a copyist’s hand but set them down,
Glowing yet more to dream our ecstasy
When his Original should be forthshown?

For, kindled by that animated eye,
Whereto all fairnesses about thee brim,
And by thy tender tones, what wight can fly
The wild conviction welling up in him

That he at length beholds woo, parley, plead,
The ‘very, very Rosalind’ indeed!

1. The Gap in the White
2. Song to an Old Burden
3. The Dead Bastard
4. Long Plighted
5. The Supplanter

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