Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
Yuletide in a Younger World
We believed in highdays then, And could glimpse at night On Christmas Eve Imminent oncomings of radiant revel – Doings of delight: – Now we have no such sight. We had eyes for phantoms then, And at bridge or stile On Christmas Eve Clear beheld those countless ones who had crossed it Cross again in file: – Such has ceased longwhile! We liked divination then, And, as they homeward wound On Christmas Eve, We could read men’s dreams within them spinning Even as wheels spin round: – Now we are blinker-bound. We heard still small voices then, And, in the dim serene Of Christmas Eve, Caught the far-time tones of fire-filled prophets Long on earth unseen. . . . – Can such ever have been?
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