Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

She Saw Him, She Said

‘Why, I saw you with the sexton, outside the church-door,
So I did not hurry me home,
Thinking you’d not be come,
Having something to him to say. –
Yes: ’twas you, Dear, though you seemed sad, heart-sore;
How fast you’ve got therefrom!’

‘I’ve not been out. I’ve watched the moon through the birch,
And heard the bell toll. Yes,
Like a passing soul in distress!’
‘ – But no bell’s tolled to-day?’... 
His face looked strange, like the face of him seen by the church,
And she sank to musefulness.

1. The Aërolite
2. Genitrix Laesa
3. Song from Heine
4. The Bad Example
5. Timing Her

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