English poem
Ii
by Thomas Hardy
Seasons of blankness as of snow, The silent bleed of a world decaying, The moan of multitudes in woe, These were the things we wished would go; But they were staying.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ii
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ii
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
Seasons of blankness as of snow, The silent bleed of a world decaying, The moan of multitudes in woe, These were the things we wished would go; But they were staying.