English poem
Xv
by Thomas Hardy
Still, how to bear such loss I deemed The insistent question for each animate mind, And gazing, to my growing sight there seemed A pale yet positive gleam low down behind,
Versos English Thomas Hardy Xv
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
Still, how to bear such loss I deemed The insistent question for each animate mind, And gazing, to my growing sight there seemed A pale yet positive gleam low down behind,