Читать книгу Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries, with Miscellaneous Pieces - Thomas Hardy, Eleanor Bron, Томас Харди (Гарди) - Страница 5

   Come again to the place

Where your presence was as a leaf that skims

Down a drouthy way whose ascent bedims

   The bloom on the farer’s face.

   Come again, with the feet

That were light on the green as a thistledown ball,

And those mute ministrations to one and to all

   Beyond a man’s saying sweet.

   Until then the faint scent

Of the bordering flowers swam unheeded away,

And I marked not the charm in the changes of day

   As the cloud-colours came and went.

   Through the dark corridors

Your walk was so soundless I did not know

Your form from a phantom’s of long ago

   Said to pass on the ancient floors,

   Till you drew from the shade,

And I saw the large luminous living eyes

Regard me in fixed inquiring-wise

   As those of a soul that weighed,

   Scarce consciously,

The eternal question of what Life was,

And why we were there, and by whose strange laws

   That which mattered most could not be.