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Thomas Hardy & Me *oyii la*
Posted May 21st, 2009 at 08:32 pm by Amabel
I marked her ruined hues,
Her custom-straitened views,
And asked, "Can there indwell
My Amabel?"
I looked upon her gown,
Once rose, now earthen brown;
The change was like the knell
Of Amabel.
Once rose, now earthen brown;
The change was like the knell
Of Amabel.
Her step's mechanic ways
Had lost the life of May's;
Her laugh, once sweet in swell,
Spoilt Amabel.
Had lost the life of May's;
Her laugh, once sweet in swell,
Spoilt Amabel.
I mused: "Who sings the strain
I sang ere warmth did wane?
Who thinks its numbers spell
His Amabel?"--
I sang ere warmth did wane?
Who thinks its numbers spell
His Amabel?"--
Knowing that, though Love cease,
Love's race shows undecrease;
All find in dorp or dell
An Amabel.
Love's race shows undecrease;
All find in dorp or dell
An Amabel.
I felt that I could creep
To some housetop, and weep,
That Time the tyrant fell
Ruled Amabel!
To some housetop, and weep,
That Time the tyrant fell
Ruled Amabel!
I said (the while I sighed
That love like ours had died),
"Fond things I'll no more tell
To Amabel,
That love like ours had died),
"Fond things I'll no more tell
To Amabel,
"But leave her to her fate,
And fling across the gate,
'Till the Last Trump, farewell,
O Amabel!'"
And fling across the gate,
'Till the Last Trump, farewell,
O Amabel!'"
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Posted May 23rd, 2009 at 08:09 pm by GuL-e-Tasbeeh
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^ and you just posted your photo under my poem
Posted May 23rd, 2009 at 10:54 pm by Amabel
