Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Lizard

If on any warm day when you ramble around
Among moss and dead leaves, you should happen to see
A quick trembling thing dart and hide on the ground,
And you search in the leaves, you would uncover me.

1. The Paphian Ball
2. After the Death of a Friend
3. Her Reproach
4. The Superseded
5. To Carrey Clavel

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