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. An Expostulation
2. Her Love-Birds
3. The Collector Cleans His Picture
4. The Aërolite
5. The Harvest-Supper

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