Poem by Thomas Hardy

Louie

I am forgetting Louie the buoyant;
Why not raise her phantom, too,
Here in daylight
With the elect one’s?
She will never thrust the foremost figure out of view!

Mid this heat, in gauzy muslin
See I Louie’s life-lit brow
Here in daylight
By the elect one’s. –
Long two strangers they and far apart; such neighbours now!

1. The End of the Episode
2. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
3. Saying Good-bye
4. The Children and Sir Nameless
5. On a Discovered Curl of Hair

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