English poem
The Robin
by Thomas Hardy
WHEN up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I!
When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And stoop, and drink, And bathe my wings, And chink and prink.
When winter frost Makes earth as steel I search and search But find no meal, And most unhappy Then I feel.
But when it lasts, And snows still fall, I get to feel No grief at all, For I turn to a cold stiff Feathery ball!
“I ROSE AND WENT TO ROU’TOR TOWN” (She, alone)
I ROSE and went to Rou’tor Town With gaiety and good heart, And ardour for the start, That morning ere the moon was down That lit me off to Rou’tor Town With gaiety and good heart.
When sojourn soon at Rou’tor Town Wrote sorrows on my face, I strove that none should trace The pale and gray, once pink and brown, When sojourn soon at Rou’tor Town Wrote sorrows on my face.
The evil wrought at Rou’tor Town On him I’d loved so true I cannot tell anew: But nought can quench, but nought can drown The evil wrought at Rou’tor Town On him I’d loved so true!