Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
The Protean Maiden
(Song) This single girl is two girls: How strange such things should be! One noon eclipsed by few girls, The next no beauty she. And daily cries the lover, In voice and feature vext: ‘My last impression of her Is never to be the next! ‘She’s plain: I will forget her! She’s turned to fair. Ah no, Forget? – not I! I’ll pet her With kisses swift and slow.’
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