 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
WIVES IN THE SERE
I
Never a careworn wife but shows,If a joy suffuse her,
Something beautiful to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
Precious to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
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II
But, be it a hint of roseThat an instant hues her,
Or some early light or pose
Wherewith thought renews her—
Seen by him at full, ere woes
Practised to abuse her—
Sparely comes it, swiftly goes,
Time again subdues her.
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |