English poem
Ii
by Thomas Hardy
About my path there flits a Fair, Who throws me not a word or sign; I’ll charm me with her ignoring air, And laud the lips not meant for mine.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ii
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ii
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
About my path there flits a Fair, Who throws me not a word or sign; I’ll charm me with her ignoring air, And laud the lips not meant for mine.