Poem by Thomas Hardy

In the Street

  (Song)

Only acquaintances
Seem do we,
Each of whom, meeting, says
Civilly
‘Good morning.’ – Yes: thus we appear to be!

But far, near, left and right,
Here or there,
By day or dingiest night,
Everywhere
I see you: one incomparably fair!

So do we wend our ways,
Beautiful girl,
Along our parallel days;
While unfurl
Our futures, and what there may whelm and whirl.

1. At the Word ‘Farewell’
2. The Supplanter
3. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
4. The Children and Sir Nameless
5. Tragedian to Tragedienne

Henry Lawson In the Street ("Where the needle-woman toils")

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