Poem by Thomas Hardy

Without, Not Within Her

It was what you bore with you, Woman,
Not inly were,
That throned you from all else human,
However fair!

It was that strange freshness you carried
Into a soul
Whereon no thought of yours tarried
Two moments at all.

And out from his spirit flew death,
And bale, and ban,
Like the corn-chaff under the breath
Of the winnowing-fan.

1. I Found Her Out There
2. Paying Calls
3. The Opportunity
4. Genitrix Laesa
5. After the Burial

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