Poem by Thomas Hardy

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Triolet

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
   Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
   Since first it was my fate to know thee? 

1. The Woman in the Rye
2. When Oats Were Reaped
3. The Wind’s Prophecy
4. Meditations on a Holiday
5. The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl

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