 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
TO CARREY CLAVEL
You turn your back, you turn your back,
And never your face to me,
Alone you take your homeward track,
And scorn my company.
And never your face to me,
Alone you take your homeward track,
And scorn my company.
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What will you do when Charley's seen
Dewbeating down this way?
—You'll turn your back as now, you mean?
Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay!
Dewbeating down this way?
—You'll turn your back as now, you mean?
Nay, Carrey Clavel, nay!
You'll see none's looking; put your lip
Up like a tulip, so;
And he will coll you, bend, and sip:
Yes, Carrey, yes; I know!
Up like a tulip, so;
And he will coll you, bend, and sip:
Yes, Carrey, yes; I know!
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |