Poem by Thomas Hardy

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They are great trees, no doubt, by now,
That were so thin in bough –
That row of limes –
When we housed there; I’m loth to reckon when;
The world has turned so many times,
So many, since then!

   From ‘The Life of Thomas Hardy’

1. To Carrey Clavel
2. O I Won’t Lead a Homely Life
3. When Dead
4. The Aërolite
5. The Thing Unplanned

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