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Thomas Hardy - In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury
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THE years have gathered grayly
       Since I danced upon this leaze
     With one who kindled gayly
       Love`s fitful ecstasies!
     But despite the term as teacher,
       I remain what I was then
     In each essential feature
       Of the fantasies of men.

     Yet I note the little chisel
       Of ever-napping Time,
     Defacing ghast and grizzel
       The blazon of my prime.
     When at night he thinks me sleeping,
       I feel him boring sly
     Within my bones, and heaping
       Quaintest pains for by-and-by.

     Still, I`d go the world with Beauty,
       I would laugh with her and sing,
     I would shun divinest duty
       To resume her worshipping.
     But she`d scorn my brave endeavor,
       She would not balm the breeze
     By murmuring, "Thine for ever!"
       As she did upon this leaze.
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