Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
Welcome Home
Back to my native place Bent upon returning, Bosom all day burning To be where my race Well were known, ’twas keen with me There to dwell in amity. Folk had sought their beds, But I hailed: to view me Under the moon, out to me Several pushed their heads, And to each I told my name, Plans, and that therefrom I came. ‘Did you?... Ah, ’tis true,’ Said they, ‘back a long time, Here had spent his young time, Some such man as you... Good-night.’ The casement closed again, And I was left in the frosty lane.
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