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Название: The Complete Poetical Works

Автор: Томас Харди

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СКАЧАТЬ said she faintly: “O, contrive some way—

       Some narrow winding turret, quite mine own,

       To reach a loft where I may grieve alone!

       It is a slight thing; hence do not, I pray,

       This last dear fancy slay!”

      “Such winding ways

       Fit not your days,”

       Said he, the man of measuring eye;

       “I must even fashion as my rule declares,

       To wit: Give space (since life ends unawares)

       To hale a coffined corpse adown the stairs;

       For you will die.”

      1867.

      The Two Men

       Table of Contents

      There were two youths of equal age,

       Wit, station, strength, and parentage;

       They studied at the selfsame schools,

       And shaped their thoughts by common rules.

      One pondered on the life of man,

       His hopes, his ending, and began

       To rate the Market’s sordid war

       As something scarce worth living for.

      “I’ll brace to higher aims,” said he,

       “I’ll further Truth and Purity;

       Thereby to mend the mortal lot

       And sweeten sorrow. Thrive I not,

      “Winning their hearts, my kind will give

       Enough that I may lowly live,

       And house my Love in some dim dell,

       For pleasing them and theirs so well.”

      Idly attired, with features wan,

       In secret swift he laboured on:

       Such press of power had brought much gold

       Applied to things of meaner mould.

      Sometimes he wished his aims had been

       To gather gains like other men;

       Then thanked his God he’d traced his track

       Too far for wish to drag him back.

      He lookèd from his loft one day

       To where his slighted garden lay;

       Nettles and hemlock hid each lawn,

       And every flower was starved and gone.

      He fainted in his heart, whereon

       He rose, and sought his plighted one,

       Resolved to loose her bond withal,

       Lest she should perish in his fall.

      He met her with a careless air,

       As though he’d ceased to find her fair,

       And said: “True love is dust to me;

       I cannot kiss: I tire of thee!”

      (That she might scorn him was he fain,

       To put her sooner out of pain;

       For incensed love breathes quick and dies,

       When famished love a-lingering lies.)

      Once done, his soul was so betossed,

       It found no more the force it lost:

       Hope was his only drink and food,

       And hope extinct, decay ensued.

      And, living long so closely penned,

       He had not kept a single friend;

       He dwindled thin as phantoms be,

       And drooped to death in poverty . . .

      Meantime his schoolmate had gone out

       To join the fortune-finding rout;

       He liked the winnings of the mart,

       But wearied of the working part.

      He turned to seek a privy lair,

       Neglecting note of garb and hair,

       And day by day reclined and thought

       How he might live by doing nought.

      “I plan a valued scheme,” he said

       To some. “But lend me of your bread,

       And when the vast result looms nigh,

       In profit you shall stand as I.”

      Yet they took counsel to restrain

       Their kindness till they saw the gain;

       And, since his substance now had run,

       He rose to do what might be done.

      He went unto his Love by night,

       And said: “My Love, I faint in fight:

       Deserving as thou dost a crown,

       My cares shall never drag thee down.”

      (He had descried a maid whose line

       Would hand her on much corn and wine,

       And held her far in worth above

       One who could only pray and love.)

      But this Fair read him; whence he failed

       To do the deed so blithely hailed;

       He saw his projects wholly marred,

       And gloom and want oppressed him hard;

      Till, living to so mean an end,

       Whereby he’d lost his every friend,

       He perished in a pauper sty,

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