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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


In the Vaulted Way


In the vaulted way, where the passage turned
To the shadowy corner that none could see,
You paused for our parting, – plaintively;
Though overnight had come words that burned
My fond frail happiness out of me.

And then I kissed you, – despite my thought
That our spell must end when reflection came
On what you had deemed me, whose one long aim
Had been to serve you; that what I sought
Lay not in a heart that could breathe such blame.

But yet I kissed you; whereon you again
As of old kissed me. Why, why was it so?
Do you cleave to me after that light-tongued blow?
If you scorned me at eventide, how love then?
The thing is dark, Dear. I do not know.



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
  2. Sitting on the Bridge
  3. The Collector Cleans His Picture
  4. The Children and Sir Nameless
  5. The Three Tall Men


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