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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) On Martock Moor I My deep-dyed husband trusts me, He feels his mastery sure, Although I leave his evening hearth To walk upon the moor. II – I had what wealth I needed, And of gay gowns a score, And yet I left my husband’s house To muse upon the moor. III O how I loved a dear one Who, save in soul, was poor! O how I loved the man who met Me nightly on the moor. IV I’d feather-beds and couches, And carpets for the floor, Yet brighter to me was, at eves, The bareness of the moor. V There was a dogging figure, There was a hiss of ‘Whore!’ There was a flounce at Weir-water One night upon the moor... VI Yet do I haunt there, knowing By rote each rill’s low pour, But only a fitful phantom now Meets me upon the moor. 1899 Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1606 |
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