Poem by Thomas Hardy

In the Street

  (Song)

Only acquaintances
Seem do we,
Each of whom, meeting, says
Civilly
‘Good morning.’ – Yes: thus we appear to be!

But far, near, left and right,
Here or there,
By day or dingiest night,
Everywhere
I see you: one incomparably fair!

So do we wend our ways,
Beautiful girl,
Along our parallel days;
While unfurl
Our futures, and what there may whelm and whirl.

1. An Expostulation
2. The Collector Cleans His Picture
3. The Aërolite
4. The Harvest-Supper
5. Why She Moved House

Henry Lawson In the Street ("Where the needle-woman toils")

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