Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
A Leaving
Knowing what it bore I watched the rain-smitten back of the car – (Brown-curtained, such as the old ones were) – When it started forth for a journey afar Into the sullen November air, And passed the glistening laurels and round the bend. I have seen many gayer vehicles turn that bend In autumn, winter, and summer air, Bearing for journeys near or afar Many who now are not, but were, But I don’t forget that rain-smitten car, Knowing what it bore!
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