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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Husband’s View ‘Can anything avail Beldame, for my hid grief? – Listen: I’ll tell the tale, It may bring faint relief! – ‘I came where I was not known, In hope to flee my sin; And walking forth alone A young man said, “Good e’en.” ‘In gentle voice and true He asked to marry me; “You only – only you Fulfil my dream!” said he. ‘We married o’ Monday morn, In the month of hay and flowers; My cares were nigh forsworn, And perfect love was ours. ‘But ere the days are long Untimely fruit will show; My Love keeps up his song, Undreaming it is so. ‘And I awake in the night, And think of months gone by, And of that cause of flight Hidden from my Love’s eye. ‘Discovery borders near, And then! . . . But something stirred! – My husband – he is here! Heaven – has he overheard?’ – ‘Yes; I have heard, sweet Nan; I have known it all the time. I am not a particular man; Misfortunes are no crime: ‘And what with our serious need Of sons for soldiering, That accident, indeed, To maids, is a useful thing!’ Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1451 |
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