Poem by Thomas Hardy

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(The Dog Muses)

Why she moved house, without a word,
I cannot understand;
She’d mirrors, flowers, she’d book and bird,
And callers in a band.

And where she is she gets no sun,
No flowers, no book, no glass;
Of callers I am the only one,
And I but pause and pass.

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

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