English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Drizzling Easter Morning. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

A Drizzling Easter Morning

And he is risen? Well, be it so... 
And still the pensive lands complain,
And dead men wait as long ago,
As if, much doubting, they would know
What they are ransomed from, before
They pass again their sheltering door.

I stand amid them in the rain,
While blusters vex the yew and vane;
And on the road the weary wain
Plods forward, laden heavily;
And toilers with their aches are fain
For endless rest – though risen is he.

Thomas Hardy’s other poems:

1. I Thought, My Heart
2. The Two Houses
3. The Nettles
4. The Inscription
5. The Weary Walker

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