English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Upper Birch-Leaves. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Upper Birch-Leaves

Warm yellowy-green
In the blue serene,
How they skip and sway
On this autumn day!
They cannot know
What has happened below, –
That their boughs down there
Are already quite bare,
That their own will be
When a week has passed, –
For they jig as in glee
To this very last.

But no; there lies
At times in their tune
A note that cries
What at first I fear
I did not hear:
‘O we remember
At each wind’s hollo –
Though life holds yet –
We go hence soon,
For ’tis November;
– But that you follow
You may forget!’

Thomas Hardy’s other poems:

1. The Weary Walker
2. The Whaler’s Wife
3. Yuletide in a Younger World
4. To Carrey Clavel
5. They Are Great Trees

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