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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Carrier ‘There’s a seat, I see, still empty?’ Cried the hailer from the road; ‘No, there is not!’ said the carrier, Quickening his horse and load. ‘ – They say you are in the grave, Jane; But still you ride with me!’ And he looked towards the vacant space He had kept beside his knee. And the passengers murmured: ‘’Tis where his wife In journeys to and fro Used always to sit; but nobody does Since those long years ago.’ Rumble-mumble went the van Past Sidwell Church and wall, Till Exon Towers were out of scan, And night lay over all. Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1350 |
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