Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Protean Maiden

        (Song)

This single girl is two girls:
How strange such things should be!
One noon eclipsed by few girls,
The next no beauty she.

And daily cries the lover,
In voice and feature vext:
‘My last impression of her
Is never to be the next!

‘She’s plain: I will forget her!
She’s turned to fair. Ah no,
Forget? – not I! I’ll pet her
With kisses swift and slow.’

1. At the Word ‘Farewell’
2. The Three Tall Men
3. The Supplanter
4. I Found Her Out There
5. Afternoon Service at Mellstock

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