Poem by Thomas Hardy

Lost Love

I play my sweet old airs –
The airs he knew
When our love was true –
But he does not balk
His determined walk,
And passes up the stairs.

I sing my songs once more,
And presently hear
His footstep near
As if it would stay;
But he goes his way,
And shuts a distant door.

So I wait for another morn,
And another night
In this soul-sick blight;
And I wonder much
As I sit, why such
A woman as I was born!

1. V.R. 1819–1901
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3. Song from Heine
4. Life and Death at Sunrise
5. Music in a Snowy Street

Edward Sill Lost Love ("BURY it, and sift")

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