Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
After the Death of a Friend
You died, and made but little of it! – Why then should I, when called to doff it, Drop, and renounce this worm-holed raiment, Shrink edgewise off from its grey claimant? Rather say, when I am Time-outrun, As you did: Take me, and have done, Inexorable, insatiate one!
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