Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
The Last Performance
‘I am playing my oldest tunes,’ declared she, ‘All the old tunes I know, – Those I learnt ever so long ago.’ – Why she should think just then she’d play them Silence cloaks like snow. When I returned from the town at nightfall Notes continued to pour As when I had left two hours before: ‘It’s the very last time,’ she said in closing; ‘From now I play no more.’ A few morns onward found her fading, And, as her life outflew, I thought of her playing her tunes right through; And I felt she had known of what was coming, And wondered how she knew.
1912
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