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Thomas Hardy - At An InnThomas Hardy - At An Inn
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WHEN we as strangers sought        Their catering care,     Veiled smiles bespoke their thought        Of what we were.     They warmed as they opined        Us more than friends—     That we had all resigned        For love`s dear ends.     And that swift sympathy        With living love     Which quicks the world—maybe        The spheres above,     Made them our ministers,        Moved them to say,     "Ah, God, that bliss like theirs        Would flush our day!"     And we were left alone        As Love`s own pair;     Yet never the love-light shone        Between us there!     But that which chilled the breath        Of afternoon,     And palsied unto death        The pane-fly`s tune.     The kiss their zeal foretold,        And now deemed come,     Came not: within his hold        Love lingered numb.     Why cast he on our port        A bloom not ours?     Why shaped us for his sport        In after-hours?     As we seemed we were not        That day afar,     And now we seem not what        We aching are.     O severing sea and land,        O laws of men,     Ere death, once let us stand        As we stood then!
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