English poem
Iv
by Thomas Hardy
I thought what pensive patient days A soul must know of grain so tender, How much of good must grace the sender Of such sweet words in such bright phrase.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iv
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iv
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
I thought what pensive patient days A soul must know of grain so tender, How much of good must grace the sender Of such sweet words in such bright phrase.