Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Occultation

When the cloud shut down on the morning shine,
And darkened the sun,
I said, ‘So ended that joy of mine
Years back begun.’

But day continued its lustrous roll
In upper air;
And did my late irradiate soul
Live on somewhere?

1. There Seemed a Strangeness
2. Nobody Comes
3. The Sleep-Worker
4. Long Plighted
5. After the Fair

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