Poem by Thomas Hardy

Not Known

They know the wilings of the world,
The latest flippancy;
They know each jest at hazard hurled,
But know not me.

They know a phasm they name as me,
In whom I should not find
A single self-held quality
Of body or mind.

1. The End of the Episode
2. Long Plighted
3. Plena Timoris
4. At the Altar-Rail
5. At a Fashionable Dinner

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