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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) I Looked Back I looked back as I left the house, And, past the chimneys and neighbour tree, The moon upsidled through the boughs: – I thought: ‘I shall a last time see This picture; when will that time be?’ I paused amid the laugh-loud feast, And selfward said: ‘I am sitting where, Some night, when ancient songs have ceased, “Now is the last time I shall share Such cheer,” will be the thought I bear.’ An eye-sweep back at a look-out corner Upon a hill, as forenight wore, Stirred me to think: ‘Ought I to warn her That, though I come here times three-score, One day ’twill be I come no more?’ Anon I reasoned there had been, Ere quite forsaken was each spot, Bygones whereon I’d lastly seen That house, that feast, that maid forgot; But when? – Ah, I remembered not! Thomas Hardy's other poems:
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