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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:
  1. A Victorian Rehearsal
  2. Song to an Old Burden
  3. The Dead Bastard
  4. Long Plighted
  5. After the Fair


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