Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
The Prophetess
1 ‘Now shall I sing That pretty thing “The Mocking-Bird”?’ – And sing it straight did she. I had no cause To think it was A Mocking-bird in truth that sang to me. 2 Not even the glance She threw askance Foretold to me, nor did the tune or rhyme, That the words bore A meaning more Than that they were a ditty of the time. 3 But after years Of hopes and fears, And all they bring, and all they take away, I found I had heard The Mocking-bird In person singing there to me that day.
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