Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
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Freed the fret of thinking, Light of lot were we, Song with service linking Like to bird or bee: Chancing bale unblinking, Freed the fret of thinking On mortality! Had not thought-endowment Beings ever known, What Life once or now meant None had wanted shown – Measuring but the moment – Had not thought-endowment Caught Creation’s groan! Loosed from wrings of reason, We might blow like flowers, Sense of Time-wrought treason Would not then be ours In and out of season; Loosed from wrings of reason We should laud the Powers!
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