Wessex Poems and Other VersesThomas Hardy #18
Page 149 of 149By hearts grown cold to me,Could lonely wait my endless restWith equanimity. But Time, to make me grieve;Part steals, lets part abide;And shakes this fragile frame at eveWith throbbings of noontide. End of Project Gutenberg Etext Wessex Poems and Other Verses, by Hardy
By hearts grown cold to me,Could lonely wait my endless restWith equanimity.
But Time, to make me grieve;Part steals, lets part abide;And shakes this fragile frame at eveWith throbbings of noontide.
End of Project Gutenberg Etext Wessex Poems and Other Verses, by Hardy
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