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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Forgotten Miniature There you are in the dark, Deep in a box Nobody ever unlocks, Or even turns to mark; – Out of mind stark. Yet there you have not been worsed Like your sitter By Time, the Fair’s hard-hitter; Your beauties, undispersed, Glow as at first. Shut in your case for years, Never an eye Of the many passing nigh, Fixed on their own affairs, Thinks what it nears! – While you have lain in gloom, A form forgot, Your reign remembered not, Much life has come to bloom Within this room. Yea, in Time’s cyclic sweep Unrest has ranged: Women and men have changed: Some you knew slumber deep; Some wait for sleep. Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1392 |
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