Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Wives in the Sere

I

Never a careworn wife but shows,
   If a joy suffuse her,
Something beautiful to those
   Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
   Precious to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
   Moved her mate to choose her.

II

But, be it a hint of rose
   That an instant hues her,
Or some early light or pose
   Wherewith thought renews her -
Seen by him at full, ere woes
   Practised to abuse her -
Sparely comes it, swiftly goes,
   Time again subdues her. 

1. Often When Warring
2. The Gap in the White
3. Expectation and Experience
4. Her Second Husband Hears Her Story
5. The Voice of the Thorn

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