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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) At a Seaside Town in 1869 (Young Lover’s Reverie) I went and stood outside myself, Spelled the dark sky And ship-lights nigh, And grumbling winds that passed thereby. Then next inside myself I looked, And there, above All, shone my Love, That nothing matched the image of. Beyond myself again I ranged; And saw the free Life by the sea, And folk indifferent to me. O ’twas a charm to draw within Thereafter, where But she was; care For one thing only, her hid there! But so it chanced, without myself I had to look, And then I took More heed of what I had long forsook: The boats, the sands, the esplanade, The laughing crowd; Light-hearted, loud Greetings from some not ill-endowed; The evening sunlit cliffs, the talk, Hailings and halts, The keen sea-salts, The band, the Morgenblätter Waltz. Still, when at night I drew inside Forward she came, Sad, but the same As when I first had known her name. Then rose a time when, as by force, Outwardly wooed By contacts crude, Her image in abeyance stood... At last I said; This outside life Shall not endure; I’ll seek the pure Thought-world, and bask in her allure. Myself again I crept within, Scanned with keen care The temple where She’d shone, but could not find her there. I sought and sought. But O her soul Has not since thrown Upon my own One beam! Yea, she is gone, is gone. From an old note Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1493 |
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