Poem by Thomas Hardy

Her Temple

Dear, think not that they will forget you:
– If craftsmanly art should be mine
I will build up a temple, and set you
Therein as its shrine.

They may say: ‘Why a woman such honour?’
– Be told, ‘O, so sweet was her fame,
That a man heaped this splendour upon her;
None now knows his name.’

1. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
2. The Pat of Butter
3. The Paphian Ball
4. After the Death of a Friend
5. Her Reproach

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