English poem
Iii
by Thomas Hardy
We are turning yellow, Master, And next we are turning red, And faster then and faster Shall seek our rooty bed, All wasted in disaster! But you lift not your head.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iii
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iii
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
We are turning yellow, Master, And next we are turning red, And faster then and faster Shall seek our rooty bed, All wasted in disaster! But you lift not your head.