Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
The Singing Woman
There was a singing woman Came riding across the mead At the time of the mild May weather, Tameless, tireless; This song she sung: ‘I am fair, I am young!’ And many turned to heed. And the same singing woman Sat crooning in her need At the time of the winter weather; Friendless, fireless, She sang this song: ‘Life, thou’rt too long!’ And there was none to heed.
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