English poem
Iii
by Thomas Hardy
Yes, eve’s quick mood had run its course, The night had cooled my hasty madness; I suffered a regretful sadness Which deepened into real remorse.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iii
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
Yes, eve’s quick mood had run its course, The night had cooled my hasty madness; I suffered a regretful sadness Which deepened into real remorse.