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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Calf You may have seen, in road or street At times, when passing by, A creature with bewildered bleat Behind a milcher’s tail, whose feet Went pit-pat. That was I. Whether we are of Devon kind, Shorthorns, or Herefords, We are in general of one mind That in the human race we find Our masters and our lords. When grown up (if they let me live) And in a dairy-home, I may less wonder and misgive Than now, and get contemplative, And never wish to roam. And in some fair stream, taking sips, May stand through summer noons, With water dribbling from my lips And rising halfway to my hips, And babbling pleasant tunes. Thomas Hardy's other poems:
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