Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Peace-Offering

It was but a little thing,
Yet I knew it meant to me
Ease from what had given a sting
To the very birdsinging
Latterly.

But I would not welcome it;
And for all I then declined
O the regrettings infinite
When the night-processions flit
Through the mind!

1. The End of the Episode
2. There Seemed a Strangeness
3. To an Impersonator of Rosalind
4. I Thought, My Heart
5. Wagtail and Baby

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