Poem by Thomas Hardy

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They are great trees, no doubt, by now,
That were so thin in bough –
That row of limes –
When we housed there; I’m loth to reckon when;
The world has turned so many times,
So many, since then!

   From ‘The Life of Thomas Hardy’

1. Heiress and Architect
2. I Rose Up as My Custom Is
3. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
4. First Sight of Her and After
5. At the Aquatic Sports

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