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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) God’s Education I saw him steal the light away That haunted in her eye: It went so gently none could say More than that it was there one day And missing by-and-by. I watched her longer, and he stole Her lily tincts and rose; All her young sprightliness of soul Next fell beneath his cold control, And disappeared like those. I asked: ‘Why do you serve her so? Do you, for some glad day, Hoard these her sweets – ?’ He said, ‘O no, They charm not me; I bid Time throw Them carelessly away.’ Said I: ‘We call that cruelty – We, your poor mortal kind.’ He mused. ‘The thought is new to me. Forsooth, though I men’s master be, Theirs is the teaching mind!’ Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1464 |
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