English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Under High-Stoy Hill. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Under High-Stoy Hill

Four climbed High-Stoy from Ivelwards,
Where hedge meets hedge, and cart-ruts wind,
Chattering like birds,
And knowing not what lay behind.

We laughed beneath the moonlight blink,
Said supper would be to our mind,
And did not think
Of Time, and what might lie behind...

The moon still meets that tree-tipped height,
The road – as then – still trails inclined;
But since that night
We have well learnt what lay behind!

For all of the four then climbing here
But one are ghosts, and he brow-lined;
With him they fare,
Yet speak not of what lies behind.

Thomas Hardy’s other poems:

1. Yuletide in a Younger World
2. I Thought, My Heart
3. The Two Houses
4. The Nettles
5. The Inscription

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