The Selfsame Song

Thomas Hardy(1840–1928)

1922

A BIRD bills the selfsame song,With never a fault in its flow,That we listened to here those longLong years ago.

A pleasing marvel is howA strain of such rapturous roteShould have gone on thus till nowUnchanged in a note!

—But it's not the selfsame bird.—No: perished to dust is he. . . .As also are those who heardThat song with me.

De Late Lyrics and Earlier (1922), a partir de la transcripción de Wikisource en inglés.

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