Читать книгу Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries, with Miscellaneous Pieces - Thomas Hardy, Eleanor Bron, Томас Харди (Гарди) - Страница 9

When I set out for Lyonnesse,

   A hundred miles away,

   The rime was on the spray,

And starlight lit my lonesomeness

When I set out for Lyonnesse

   A hundred miles away.

What would bechance at Lyonnesse

   While I should sojourn there

   No prophet durst declare,

Nor did the wisest wizard guess

What would bechance at Lyonnesse

   While I should sojourn there.

When I came back from Lyonnesse

   With magic in my eyes,

   None managed to surmise

What meant my godlike gloriousness,

When I came back from Lyonnesse

   With magic in my eyes.