Poem by Thomas Hardy

After the Club-Dance

Black’on frowns east on Maidon,
And westward to the sea,
But on neither is his frown laden
With scorn, as his frown on me!

At dawn my heart grew heavy,
I could not sip the wine,
I left the jocund bevy
And that young man o’ mine.

The roadside elms pass by me, –
Why do I sink with shame
When the birds a-perch there eye me?
They, too, have done the same!

1. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
2. At the Word ‘Farewell’
3. The Supplanter
4. Evening Shadows
5. Sitting on the Bridge

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