Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Beauty

O do not praise my beauty more,
In such word-wild degree,
And say I am one all eyes adore;
For these things harass me!

But do for ever softly say:
‘From now unto the end
Come weal, come wanzing, come what may,
Dear, I will be your friend.’

I hate my beauty in the glass:
My beauty is not I:
I wear it: none cares whether, alas,
Its wearer live or die!

The inner I O care for, then,
Yea, me and what I am,
And shall be at the gray hour when
My cheek begins to clam.

1. A Victorian Rehearsal
2. Song to an Old Burden
3. Long Plighted
4. The Gap in the White
5. The Dead Bastard

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