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Poem by Thomas Hardy


From Her in the Country


I thought and thought of thy crass clanging town
To folly, till convinced such dreams were ill,
I held my heart in bond, and tethered down
Fancy to where I was, by force of will.

I said: How beautiful are these flowers, this wood,
One little bud is far more sweet to me
Than all man’s urban shows; and then I stood
Urging new zest for bird, and bush, and tree;

And strove to feel my nature brought it forth
Of instinct, or no rural maid was I;
But it was vain; for I could not see worth
Enough around to charm a midge or fly,

And mused again on city din and sin,
Longing to madness I might move therein!

16 W.P.V., 1866

Thomas Hardy


Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. At the Word ‘Farewell’
  2. The Supplanter
  3. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
  4. Sitting on the Bridge
  5. The Children and Sir Nameless


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