Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
Lover to Mistress
(Song) Beckon to me to come With handkerchief or hand, Or finger mere or thumb; Let forecasts be but rough, Parents more bleak than bland, ’Twill be enough, Maid mine, ’Twill be enough! Two fields, a wood, a tree, Nothing now more malign Lies between you and me; But were they bysm, or bluff, Or snarling sea, one sign Would be enough, Maid mine, Would be enough! From an old copy
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