[00:00.00]To Flowers From Italy By Thomas Hardy - Not Applicable/Gideon Wagner
[00:00.96]To Flowers From Italy in Winter by Thomas Hardy
[00:06.98]Sunned in the South
[00:08.77]And here today
[00:10.46]If all organic things
[00:12.19]Be sentient
[00:13.76]Flowers
[00:14.41]As some men say
[00:16.19]What are your ponderings
[00:18.72]How can you stay nor vanish quite
[00:21.64]From this bleak spot of thorn
[00:23.96]And birch and fir and frozen white
[00:26.87]Expanse of the forlorn
[00:29.62]Frail luckless exiles hither brought
[00:32.18]Your dust will not regain
[00:34.25]Old sunny haunts of Classic thought
[00:37.32]And you shall waste and wane
[00:39.96]But mix with alien earth be lit
[00:42.96]With frigid Boreal flame
[00:45.39]And not a sign remain in it
[00:47.55]To tell men whence you came