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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Schreckhorn (With thoughts of Leslie Stephen) (June 1897) Aloof, as if a thing of mood and whim; Now that its spare and desolate figure gleams Upon my nearing vision, less it seems A looming Alp-height than a guise of him Who scaled its horn with ventured life and limb, Drawn on by vague imaginings, maybe, Of semblance to his personality In its quaint glooms, keen lights, and rugged trim. At his last change, when Life’s dull coils unwind, Will he, in old love, hitherward escape, And the eternal essence of his mind Enter this silent adamantine shape, And his low voicing haunt its slipping snows When dawn that calls the climber dyes them rose? Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1526 |
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