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Слушать(AI)Seen By The Waits
Through snowy woods and shady We went to play a
To the lonely manor-lady By the light of the Christmas moon.
We violed till, upward glancing To where a mirror leaned,
We saw her airily dancing, Deeming her movements screened;
Dancing alone in the room there, Thin-draped in her robe of night;
Her postures, glassed in the gloom there, Were a strange phantasmal sight.
She had learnt (we heard when homing) That her roving spouse was dead;
Why she had danced in the gloaming We thought, but never said.gloaming* - dusk
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy OM (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was i
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