Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
The Selfsame Song
A bird sings the selfsame song, With never a fault in its flow, That we listened to here those long Long years ago. A pleasing marvel is how A strain of such rapturous rote Should have gone on thus till now unchanged in a note! --But its not the selfsame bird.-- No: perished to dust is he.... As also are those who heard That song with me.
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