Poem by Thomas Hardy

The Wound

I climbed to the crest,
And, fog-festooned,
The sun lay west
Like a crimson wound:

Like that wound of mine
Of which none knew,
For I’d given no sign
That it pierced me through.

1. The Woman in the Rye
2. Squire Hooper
3. The Peasant’s Confession
4. Her Reproach
5. Misconception

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