English poem
Iv
by Thomas Hardy
“He moves me not at all; I note no ray or jot Of rareness in his lot, Or star exceptional. Into the dim Dead throngs around He’ll sink, nor sound Be left of him.”
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iv
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iv
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
“He moves me not at all; I note no ray or jot Of rareness in his lot, Or star exceptional. Into the dim Dead throngs around He’ll sink, nor sound Be left of him.”