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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


First Sight of Her and After


A day is drawing to its fall
I had not dreamed to see;
The first of many to enthrall
My spirit, will it be?
Or is this eve the end of all
Such new delight for me?

I journey home: the pattern grows
Of moonshades on the way:
‘Soon the first quarter, I suppose,’
Sky-glancing travellers say;
I realize that it, for those,
Has been a common day.



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. There Seemed a Strangeness
  2. Nobody Comes
  3. The Sleep-Worker
  4. Long Plighted
  5. After the Fair


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