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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


Unrealized


Down comes the winter rain –
Spoils my hat and bow –
Runs into the poll of me;
But mother won’t know.

We’ve been out and caught a cold,
Knee-deep in snow;
Such a lucky thing it is
That mother won’t know!

Rosy lost herself last night –
Couldn’t tell where to go.
Yes – it rather frightened her,
But mother didn’t know.

Somebody made Willy drunk
At the Christmas show:
O ’twas fun! It’s well for him
That mother won’t know!

Howsoever wild we are,
Late at school or slow,
Mother won’t be cross with us,
Mother won’t know.

How we cried the day she died!
Neighbours whispering low . . . 
But we now do what we will –
Mother won’t know.



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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