English poem
Ii
by Thomas Hardy
Mother of all things made, Matchless in artistry, Unlit with sight is she.— And though her ever well-obeyed Vacant of feeling he.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ii
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ii
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
Mother of all things made, Matchless in artistry, Unlit with sight is she.— And though her ever well-obeyed Vacant of feeling he.